Saturday, October 06, 2007  

when you are skeletally thin, and you remind a person more of a corpse than of a living human being chances are that you suffer from a warped body image. people like this are starting to scare me senseless. there is almost no middle ground, just as there is almost no middle class left, the polar extremes of obese and anorexic have consumed the majority. i really shouldn't bother ranting about it, i couldn't possibly give less of a shit about other people and how they choose to die. i don't want someone telling me which way i should die, so i try my best not to tell others.

of course people get uppity about 'way to die.' they don't want to deal with the grand concept that one day they are going to be an empty shell. i am honestly fine with it, regardless of what happens afterwards. immortality is a frightening prospect, and a waste of time. i like the idea of blissful emptiness of non-existence. forget all those weak concepts of punishment and pleasure in some second life or form of existence. if you show me hard evidence of it i might give it thought, but evidence doesn't exist whether you want to believe or not. corpses, dressed up to die. where is the value of vanity now?

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