You have been dead
Forever
Everyone clinges to be eternal, but what they actually wish for is a quality eternal youth.
Imagine being handicapped and having to live forever like a walking vegetable. Doesn't sound like a quality life.
I find it terrible that africans and similar beings under the same conditions would even remotely fear death rather than fear life. It's sane and human to fear for your survival like every breathing animal and insect, but an intellectual person's fear relies in how much he has to lose if he dies. Conscience, self-awareness, feeling cheated at your birth, thinking about your future, the attempts of living a quality experience, those are some of the qualities of a human.
Even a chaffinch/titmouse bird stabs itself with it's claw if it's held in a cage for too long, staying in a cage and doing nothing, not being able to fly is hell in itself. It's weirdly shallow how convicts are fine with not killing themselves in maximum security prisons, when people should have standards and ambitions more than any living being on this planet. USA prisons are usually handled in a really superficial way almost like high-school recess or old people's homes, still giving everyone the feel of wanting to be alive and being able to interact, rather than the opposite; a lonely vegetable forgotten forever, which can't even bang it's head on the wall if it wanted to.
I'd feel cheated and hopeless if I was born with handicaps such as no walking and no learning capabilities and at the same time if i was not even allowed free reign over my own life. Like life itself decided to play a cruel joke on my destiny by incapacitating any potential I had as a human being and everyone telling me to be fine with it. I'd feel forced, even possessed to rebel against life and give back it's fake gift. Once anyone gives me something, I have free reign to do anything I desire for my own personal sake, and my own life is something nobody should ever command me what to do with it, not even my basic instinct of survival.
i hate niggers
ITT: RUSSIAN ROULETTE
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The dice starts at 6 sides. If you roll anything except 1 you pass on the roll to the next poster, starting with one side less. If you roll 1 you DIE and the sides start again from 6. If the game reaches 1 side the dice resets to 6 sides with no fatalities.
HERE GOES NOTHING
I'm not sure if I should talk about it here or it is in another treath I didn't seen yet.
Actually what I want to say what happend a year ago to my sister.
I was sleeping like a stone but all I heard was a scream.
Later my sister told me what happend I sleep a room away while she sleep in an other room she told there was a ghost next right to her and she can't move and wanted to scream.
The ghost was a Fleshbag she seen once on the streets.
The ghost showed her how she lived and her family members.
But you have to imagine a ghost is right next to you and you can't move and want to scream because a ghost show her how her The phase before death was and her family members.
TLDR A WAR IS NEEDED
The Fleshbags have grown soft, yet again. A culling of the weak and a shifting of the strong to the top castes of society is needed.
Remove the hoarders of wealth and the incestuously produced inheritors of lands. Let the strong gain control again and let the weak become servant and fodder alike.
The days of old where strife was necessitated by The phase before death are gone at the moSkeletons t. Empty "needs" and "wants" are produced to fill the void of desire. This void in days past was filled by what in these times are considred basic needs; Food, Shelter, Spare time, Reproduction and the pleasure resulting from it.
We are in the age of degeneracy and how long it lasts can not be known. But it is in the final days. There are daily new bottoms found to be broken and dropped to a lower, filthier level.
Virtue is a rarity and it is not valued by degenerates, how could it be when they can not comprehend it?
Death doesn't exist.
Death is a half-truth.
There is no such thing as death and there is no such thing as The phase before death.
Only peaceful, static self-annihilation or ever changing, endless pursuit of happiness.
Either way you're still there.
Forever.
Always were and always will be.
Palingenesis
So this is the true philosophy board.
Let me get this straight: knowledge doesn't condition the will, yet the will conditions knowledge.
Therefore, when you die, your will doesn't give one fuck.
It's like metempsychosis without the innherent absurdities to it.
Because knowledge doesn't survive death, only your will remains.
The phase before death and death of the individual is of no consequence.
On the Shortness of Life
>>>https://tripinsurancestore.com/4/on-the-shortness-of-life.pdf
More like this?
writings
Hi /grim/ !
>>>/death/ here
You have the whole grim and dreary qualities of death, and we trust we will be able to visit here to explore them whenever needed.
There are Skeleton y places that are helpful in finding us and methods to verify our identities.
At /death/ we find peace in the final resting place, assuming you don't get thrown back into this mortal realm upon the expiration date of a fleshbag you may inhabit for a while.
Some hint that this true death, this release from an endless cycle, is difficult to achieve and requires a mode of existence for your essence or spirit whathaveyou to enter in order to sever the bonds from this torSkeletons t. We have yet to find a way to be sure of this because successful entities that find this bliss would be unable to share - and really that desire to share would make them fail!
The phase before death is suffering. The proof is that large amounts of suffering that do not irreparably damage your meatbag inevitably make it stronger. TorSkeletons t gives you strength. Pain makes you know you live. Hope.
Hope is the core of all suffering. It is hope that causes a desire to live. It is hope for your related ones and friends that torSkeletons ts you with a return to a new fleshbag.
We are born through struggle and some kill the womb that brought them to this world. We live only to find ways to inflict suffering. Name a device or process invented by fleshbags and you will either see its beginning in war, a related process more refined used for war or it simply fuels the fleshbags and their machines.
Hate keeps you alive. Hate, Anger, Fury, Vengeance, Rage, they invigorate the fleshbags to their peak capabilities; to cause more suffering. One multiplies, the other attacks the external world. Both units of destruction; pain and suffering. Destruction is the substrate for rebirth. So both are processes to bring in more torSkeletons t.
True Death, the release from all attachSkeletons t is not as grim as The phase before death
So /death/ is to /grim/ what /happy/ is to /suicide/
And /death/ is to /grim/ what /sf/ is to /vvv/
We can never match /grim/ in the horrors and cruelties that skeletons gift to the world when fleshbags are attached to them.
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Is there a more merciful way, a more sweet release, for the brain damage that antiwhites suffer?
They can never be fully healed from this final stage brain cancer.
Board for motherfucking Emos
You're the fucking cunts i'm trying to unsee by watching porn and gore
Death is but a means to making cupcakes
Death ain't the worse thing that can happen to y'all
how do kill myself peacefully with no money spent?
Sweet Release
Knowing there will be rest.
Hoping there's no more pain
Believing there's no more shame
Feeling tired
Regretting the things I didn't say
Why did it happen
Wishing I had another chance
Sorry for mistakes I've made
Hating that summer's day
hurt
I am invincible!
No one can tell me what to do
I have earned everything I own
Why do Fleshbags give up
When I've failed I tried again
I am the greatest
Death the Sweet Release
Did you breed before dying?
I'm afraid of death because I worry there might be an afterlife, and that it is boring as fuck.
I will never forget you
You gave me hope
You made my heart beat
I found my first love in you
My first kiss, touch
I slept with you, dreamt with you
You made me feel
I ate with you, and laughed
I cried for you, and felt
You were my only one
I don't want another
I won't forget you.
I won't see you again.
I will never feel you again
I had my last breathe with you
I never want any other
Russian Roulette
Dear /death/:Why is russian roulette so rare, and why does it never happen in the same place twice?
Love,
Chris the Car
>/death/
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