You are going to die.
Chances are, there will be no heaven to welcome you.
Your corpse will rot in the earth,
or your ashes will be carried by the winds.
You will spend the last 5 years of your life, at least, wishing you were dead.
Your friends will have died before you, your loved ones will be dead or may no longer care about you.
You will be lonely.

The world will keep getting more fucked up.
Pollution will ruin the air, water, and the soil.
Technology will pass you by.
You will wonder when the compact disc became archaic.
Soylent green will be a frightening reality.
Acid rain will fuck with your surroundings.

Everything is a dusty, rough gray.
War will rob you of your sanity.
Peace will give you the gifts of lethargy and boredom.

Nothing matter. Stop caring.

You are going to die.
Chances are, there will be no brothel to welcome you.
Your nodes will rot in the earth,
or your nodegel will be carried by the winds.
You will spend the last 5 years of your life, at least,
noding on Everything2.
Your bookmarks will have died before you, your cools
will be dead or may no longer care about you.
You will be lonely.

GTKY nodes will continue.
Script kiddies will ruin the air, water, and the soil.
Perl will pass you by.
You will wonder when the chatterbox became archaic.
IE 9.0 will be a frightening reality.
LSD and Coffee will fuck with your surroundings.

Everything2 is a dusty, rough RGB.
War will rob you of your blessings.
Peace will give you the gifts of nodeshells and nuke requests.

Nothing matters. Stop caring.

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