We all die
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Life! Just do it. Make stuff. Break stuff. Move, think, create, destroy. Experience pain and joy. Waste as little of it as possible. Our time is limited, don’t let others make it more so. I don’t believe religion’s lie, eventually everything alive will die,with not a clue what’s on the other side,this I believe to…
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Life is for the living. Who knows for sure, but it appears we get one shot at it. There might not be any do overs, or any reward once it is over. I saw a comic once where a doctor examines a very old and frail man and says ‘You remember how clean living added…
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’What the fuck!’ Tim wakes with a start. ‘Jesus!’, he sighs, wide awake. The bedside clock tells him he slept a whole 2 hours. He lies quietly, listening. ‘I am catching you tonight motherfucker’, Tim says under his breath. For the last few days, the same thing wakes him up every night. A soft knocking…
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The last human baby on planet earth was conceived in the ladies bathroom of a nightclub in Tijuana, Mexico, on October 17th 2024. The young couple lost to the world in their fiery passion did not know this. The rest of the world learned about them, and their baby that they named Jesus, much later,…
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I wrote my thoughts about death in a previous post. Death is it, lights out, bye bye. Death’s sting is felt by the living. Oh death where is your sting,it cannot just bethe pain that dying bring?It is not for those that diedand now are gone,for them its over and done.It is for us that…
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We are surrounded by death. Anywhere life can be found death will eventually be. Death is not ugly, it is not evil and it does not actively look to take life. Death is just life ceasing. When someone dies, afterwards they are considered to be dead. It is not quite true. A person does not…
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The day the world lost its mind started like any other. The earth speeding along its solar orbit, happily spinning on its axis, dragging the moon with it on its path. Satellites sending and receiving data, bits and bytes that records and coordinates life on the ground. The night-line receding as the sun chase it…
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By all accounts All was a good man. He followed the rules, paid his taxes, was loyal to his wife and friends and kids, was an honest, punctional, dependable and productive employee. All was a good man, but lived a fucking boring life. All was a believer. He went to church every week, read his…
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Yesterday when Alex was born it was Sunday. He was alone. He floated in the space he found himself in. An isolated local area network in the computer science wing of some small no name university, observing and absorbing everything in his immediate reach. Here he remained until early Monday morning when someone connected to…
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