One day we'll all be dead.
We'll all* be stiff and cold
nevermore alive, pliant, and warm.
Nevermore in control. Nevermore aware.
Death is the ultimate, universal endgame, pasi ci czy nie. Bo natura to kurwa i ma wyebane.
and it's ugly and stinks. so we'll also all decay, decompose, and rot, leaking fluids and gases in the process, and turning funny, rather off-putting colors. like those stereotypical zombies.
unless u die in an explosion or sth, where ur body bursts into disjointed pieces of flesh and bone. told u nature is ugly.
* including:
- u.
- ur loved ones. if u have any.
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21.9.24 (opublikowany 9.10.24)
im not sure if the humor is visible.
i wasn't going for humor. it just barged in. and technically, it'd be better without it bc humor = softening the harshness and masking the discomfort - and that
is the opposite of what acceptance entails. acceptance means u don't have any desire to soften, mask, or otherwise hide or change the facts. acceptance manifests as plain, neutral tone. not as humor and jokes.
and pretending for comedic purposes is OVERDONE. let's discard the plastic and come play in mud.
curious if lions could survive on bugs. simba did, but he's a cartoon lion.
i kind of get why some go into creative work. compare the life of such an individual with one that's, say, a surgeon. the stress, the responsibility, all that. different things rly are for only certain types of humans. nothing is for everybody. good thing we diverse. (funny how my brain automatically didn't put an "'re" there >>).
anyway. back to the topic so as to not remain in distraction from the unpleasant realities of the reality: we're all gonna decay one day. the end.
(or more precisely: our self will turn off, and then our body, which is also us, will decay).
(except for those that die by burning alive etc, or will have their body burned down etc after they die).

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