We’ll my father lived until 55, my grandparents well into their 70′s but they were healthy in that one was blind and the other went to church. My grandma’s died young. The national average person with my label of aboriginal is something like 68. The barn house shooter thing all over again. I really don’t need anything else. I should have been dead by now. I had my middle life crisis at 20-21, I bought a bike and rode around and I studied math had a pretty girlfriend all that mammalian crap needed to propagate the species/genes. After all, I had died before but I woke up. There is no heaven or such nonsense. Afterlife is nonsense thought up by some crazy person afraid of death. Death is the end. You can’t think or have a soul when you are dead. Dead means the end of you. If you believe there is a you then it is the end of that idea too. Don’t go around being all I seen angels and shit. That is the imagination used to procreate and entice a mate. It is a trick and it works so if you need to procreate do it. Truth is then a trick. The is an illusion selected by evolution to make more babies. This is the meaning of life to create more life. It is a law of nature. Emotions only stop little parts of it. I wish I had thought this through a bit more. Ok we are born, we get horny, we fuck and society makes us feel bad about it for a bit then fuck some more hug the little you then smile and then we die. There is a bit of being in a miserable job in there somewhere but that is incidental. But it helps propagate the genes and make fucking more easy. People get horny from the idea of money like an aphrodisiac. And I will die in 13 years. I’ll try being nice until then so people will come to my funferal and cry and say they miss me even though they are just there to make themselves feel better. I won’t care I’ll be in hell burning with the crack whores and drunks and my real friends. It will be eternal party and it will be awesome until we get the bill. But I’ll be dead so nothing like that, the living can imagine that is what I am doing hopefully they imagine 70+ virgins. Hopefully all female. I will have stopped existing and only a faint memory in some chick I fucked in the back alley will be my existence.
http://reducetheburden.org/the-science-of-voodoo-when-mind-attacks-body/
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