Mister Cellophane

I'm fuckin' tired of livin' like this. I don't like this life. Not knowing where the next meal is gonna come from, people hassling you over little bits of money, uppity supervisors all on your ass, getting your chops busted without being told a thing, making the same mistake twice, etc. It's just getting OLD QUICKLY. Where the fuck is this stable, consistent life at the end of the rainbow that we strive for? This must be that "real world" that adults painted that suck-ass picture of, scaring us with its impending doom. They make it seem as though life after graduation becomes this mind-numbingly mundane existence, where you put up with people's crap until you die.

Then what? What if when we passed, we were able to consciously think (like when we silently pass audible thoughts through our mind when we sleep) while in the casket? Knowing that we'll never be able to take in sight or move again. Almost like time rolls by. You are in the same place, same ol same.

No, that couldn't be it. A lot of this stuff is just greater than the human brain can take in, I think. This is why the meaning of life will probably never be discovered. What if it was a fact that could be discovered, and it was so expansive, we couldn't properly comprehend it? This is crazy. I can't go on like this. Something's gotta give...

-B