My chances of ending it all have increased over the years. I remember being young and too afraid, but as I grow my fears begin to diminish. The hunger grows for the taste of death. My death. I recite it over and over in my head. How there will be nothing. A finite end. No Heaven, no Hell – nothing.
In my afterlife, everything is left behind and I have nothing to do with it. All the trauma is gone, the pain, the agonising pain will be gone. Once my soul leaves this body this life is mine no more.
So here, a toast to the future, a future that doesn’t exist.
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I shall toast as well! I remember being younger and afraid, but now as my fear for death diminished and my lust for it grows I look forward to the day I die!
Fuck it, that’s a toast i’d happily clink glasses with all of you.
Don’t think it would go down to well in a restraunt though.
“To death” ‘raises glass’
‘no one responds’
I bet you absolutely nothing to perform this toast in a restaurant. A put a sock puppet on your hand and pretend I’m there with you!
I wouldn’t dare mate, unless i was completely pissed lol
“To our non-existent futures!”
“To our non-existent futures!”
Pissed up me:yeahhhh!
everyone else: shifts uncomfortably
@midian
you just can’t skip one day without writing something that would make me laugh
can’t you
😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
God… this is crazy man 😀 😀 😀
Farah, i try my best to laugh at everything.
Life has created this ‘monster’ and now everyone is going to have to suffer the consequences.
To Death!
that “To death” toast could very well be the most comic scene in a comedy movie
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We who are about to die, salute you!