Osiris Secrets
I have no ambition in life and I really don’t care.
Osiris Secrets
-I’m still very much in love with an ex-boyfriend
-I have stolen on numerous occasions
-I accidentally found my parents’ old love letters (yuck)
-and many many more I’ll think of later…
I’m Batman.
The 2nd time I ever had sex was in a church.
Am I going to hell?
big secret:
All those books I have on serial killers, forensic investigation and body disposal? They’re for studying how not to get caught.
bigger secret:
So far, they’ve worked.
If I told you, I’d have to kill you.
- WHAT? Nobody posted that one yet???
Oh, I’ll tell you a secret, one that keeps me up sleepless for many, many nights since the start of this year.
You see, someday soon, you will close you eyes and never wake up. All of us will. And according to the best current guess of science (there are many guesses, but this one is likely the most agreed upon), you will cease to exist, completely and totally. And then the Universe will collapse back in the big crunch, and all trace of your existance, all information that you ever existed, will be wiped out.
You can’t even compare your life to a firefly in the night, because the Universe likely goes through an infinite number of these cycles. And since your time is finite
(finite time/infinite time) = approximately 0
So you, me, and everything effectively don’t even exist. There’s no point, and no hope, and we’re just enjoying a brief fantasy for an unimaginably short length of time, until everything is winked out, forever.
Forever, eternal, infinte nothingness and void.
I don’t even exist now. I may as well kill myself, as really, what does it all matter? Same result in the end.
Bet you wish I’d kept it a secret, huh?
Una
Anthracite I thought the best current guess was that the universe would not Crunch, but that would eventually stop expanding . . . .
Soylent green is people!
Well no. We may only get an infinitesimal slice in the big picture but infinitesimal is not zero, and not zero is enough for me as I enjoy this tiny sliver of my infinitesimal slice of existence this cool fall afternoon.
:rocks in place:
Can’t sleep…Universe will end
Can’t sleep…Universe will end
Can’t sleep…
You wanna hear my secret… Okay here goes . when barry Bostwick was in The Rocky Horror Picture show, I actually for a few days thought he was kinda sexy
Holy Crap it feels good to get that one off my chest.
Got another one. I know all the words to… You’re a good man,Charlie brown
Rosebud was a sled.
Anthracite, I hate you. 
No! I’m Batman!
Oh, you are an amateur. You could not possibly hate me a tenth as much as I despise and hate myself.
You can’t see my personal journal, but those who have can tell you of my slow descent into madness, and the fact that I now am down to about 2-3 hours of sleep a night, every single motherfucking night, because I am afraid of dying and ceasing to exist. At any moment I may close my eyes to sleep and…nothingness. Forever. I have to stay up. I only sleep when I pass out. I can’t help that, but I’m working on it.
Soon I’ll be down to no sleep at all. Then I’ll be safer.
Well, I don’t think I really hate anything.
Evidently, you never read my journal either. (Though that hasn’t been what’s bothering me lately, and to an extent, I have gotten a bit over what you’re describing – so listening to your little diatribe kind of dragged me backwards a bit.) Anyway, you sound just like me oh, about a year ago.
Feel free to msg me on AIM/ICQ if you want to talk about it.
If you’re (assumedly) serious about this “descent into madness” where you are obsessed by a morbid fear about the fleeting and terminal nature of existence, why don’t you get some professional help and medication? This lack of sleep is only going to make things worse.
I used to like New Kids on the Block.
:: shame ::
Hell, I had all their albums. Even the Christmas one. On cassette.
:pats Friedo on the back: