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What follows death?
I always thought that when you died, there was nothing there waiting for you. Heaven was just a fairy tale told to make people behave and Hell was a threat to scare the shit out of them for the same reason. Now, I know that I was right all along.
When I died, there was nothing but me and the dark. No white light, no devils, no nothing. That's all I know for sure. As for the rest of it, I'm still trying to figure out this whole death thing. I'm walking around, I feel more alive than ever, but I'm not. I'm a dead guy with this thing inside me that makes me crave the life that's flowing through the veins of every living creature on the planet. I feel connected to everything and even find myself reveling in all of the energy that's out there. At the same time, I want to destroy it by taking it for myself. The idea of God makes me laugh (more so than when I was alive), and I get immense satisfaction out of the hunt and the kill. I feel like myself, but I know I'm not that guy, anymore. I'm better.
But what about my life? I'm still hanging onto the idea that I want to be an actor. Barely, mind you, but it's there. The problem is I can't get anywhere if I go to meetings with casting agents and end up helping myself to a snack because that need is more urgent than any drive I have to be a star. Liz says it's because I'm young and get a kick out of taking out someone in the so-called power position. I'll take her word for it.
Anyway, the short answer to this question is I believe that if you're not fortunate enough to become like me after you die, you're in for a whole lot of nothing. Enjoy.
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When I died, there was nothing but me and the dark. No white light, no devils, no nothing. That's all I know for sure. As for the rest of it, I'm still trying to figure out this whole death thing. I'm walking around, I feel more alive than ever, but I'm not. I'm a dead guy with this thing inside me that makes me crave the life that's flowing through the veins of every living creature on the planet. I feel connected to everything and even find myself reveling in all of the energy that's out there. At the same time, I want to destroy it by taking it for myself. The idea of God makes me laugh (more so than when I was alive), and I get immense satisfaction out of the hunt and the kill. I feel like myself, but I know I'm not that guy, anymore. I'm better.
But what about my life? I'm still hanging onto the idea that I want to be an actor. Barely, mind you, but it's there. The problem is I can't get anywhere if I go to meetings with casting agents and end up helping myself to a snack because that need is more urgent than any drive I have to be a star. Liz says it's because I'm young and get a kick out of taking out someone in the so-called power position. I'll take her word for it.
Anyway, the short answer to this question is I believe that if you're not fortunate enough to become like me after you die, you're in for a whole lot of nothing. Enjoy.
321 words