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WHOEVER decides to blow up shit here next and kill innocent people, including possibly myself, I am going to come back from the fucking dead and haunt those bastards for all eternity. Them and their families, and the generations of those families yet to be born. I did not previously believe in the Afterlife but, after 9/11, I decided to believe in it, just in case I get slaughtered for no goddamn good reason---and all those fuckings years of school, and all those goddamn peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches my late sainted mommy packed for me, and all the first-dates I ever had, and all the miles I jogged for the sake of my heart, and all the words I've ever written, and every letter I've sent, and all the love I tried to show to my fellow man (and not less than three-score women), and all the albums I saved up my pennies from mowing lawns way back when to buy and adore, and every breath I ever took and blah-blah-fucking blah---turns out to be for naught, for useless, empty nothing, because I was cut down in my prime for nothing I ever did by some insane maniac driven by absurdist notions of his god or your god or whatever fucking god, before I reached my prime and gave the world all that was/is in my heart the ebst I could. If all that turns out to be nothing more than a joke. If that happens, man, I will be PISSED, and I will wreak holy fucking vengeance on whoever did it to me, for all eternity, to the last syllable of recorded time and BEYOND. When the sun blows up to fifty times its current size and incinerates the solar system (and it will, of course; this is not up for debate, it's pure fucking physics), and the ashes of planet Earth drift off into the empty vacuum of space, I will STILL be there, STILL chasing down and tormenting the ancient ghosts of those who did me so wrong.
Selfish, arrogant, narcissitic? I know. But it's my way. All innocent victims everywhere should get on-board my train. There's plenty of room. We add cars daily. We add cars by the second.
Peace.
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