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ANd then an hero appears
14 years ago
I'maShark!
I was making a comic about zombies, but before i start to work on any new project i use to see, read or play related stuff. Then i saw The return of the living dead, a very old and cool movie from the 80's. But there is something that works as a Firing pin, two simple words: NO FUTURE.
I know that sentence is very used and old fashioned, i saw it a lot in my punk background; but the place where it was painted was the perfect point to really understand the meaning of it: In a graveyard door...
So, all the emo-kind stuff i where carrying from some years to now suddenly explodes.
And i think: dude, if you die what will happens?
The 'ego' part of myself saids: Nothing bumb ass, you will became worms and repulsive stuff and that's all.
The dependent low self of myself saids: Maybe your parents and two or 3 friends will cry for you, tho...
The self-destructive part of myself saids: We where very violent and fool in the past and so on. Who the hell will cry to a bad asshole with evil attitude? Who will miss a bunch of perverted, wrong made, boring, rookie doodles? NO FUCKING ONE. So do it, let's get the fuck out from here.
And my true self saids: Well yeah, at least we will die sooner or later, we all will become dust. Are you waiting for a miracle? Do you think that you have a mission in this life? DO you think that you have something important to do here? We are just one more on the list, nothing but meat.
You are not special, you are nothing, just a poor old-soul guy with no hopes or goals. If you die is the same, a little baw-waw shit will be heard on the low circles of the internetz where some people knows your work, some crying from your family and then that's all. The same story of everyone here, except for the ones who do really did something important.
So, yeah... why do i have to stay here? I have no religion, no hopes. And I'm not fucking crying, I'm just: bleh... what fucking ever.
I know that sentence is very used and old fashioned, i saw it a lot in my punk background; but the place where it was painted was the perfect point to really understand the meaning of it: In a graveyard door...
So, all the emo-kind stuff i where carrying from some years to now suddenly explodes.
And i think: dude, if you die what will happens?
The 'ego' part of myself saids: Nothing bumb ass, you will became worms and repulsive stuff and that's all.
The dependent low self of myself saids: Maybe your parents and two or 3 friends will cry for you, tho...
The self-destructive part of myself saids: We where very violent and fool in the past and so on. Who the hell will cry to a bad asshole with evil attitude? Who will miss a bunch of perverted, wrong made, boring, rookie doodles? NO FUCKING ONE. So do it, let's get the fuck out from here.
And my true self saids: Well yeah, at least we will die sooner or later, we all will become dust. Are you waiting for a miracle? Do you think that you have a mission in this life? DO you think that you have something important to do here? We are just one more on the list, nothing but meat.
You are not special, you are nothing, just a poor old-soul guy with no hopes or goals. If you die is the same, a little baw-waw shit will be heard on the low circles of the internetz where some people knows your work, some crying from your family and then that's all. The same story of everyone here, except for the ones who do really did something important.
So, yeah... why do i have to stay here? I have no religion, no hopes. And I'm not fucking crying, I'm just: bleh... what fucking ever.
Without going into gross details, you were once part of a group composed by millions and millions of little spertmatozoids. But yet you were so damn lucky to be the only very one who made it to the very end. Now, you are sitting here, writting about not having a purpose in life and that we are all going to die and no one is going to care for us? Thats not the point, the point is caring about ourselves, fuck the rest of the world, we dont need them. I am not saying "close yourself, dont have friends, live like a hermit bla bla bla" But be happy for yourself. Whats the point of crying for something that is not under our control? Just go on and live your life in the way whatever you want, you were given a life with which you can do anything you want, and it only belongs to you and only you. You dont have to stay here because you have a mission or something like that, you are here because you were given the chance to be here, you are here because life was granted to you among another million other people who wanted the same as you, yet you were chosen. Clench those teeth.