Ticking away...how many precious hours of our life do we waste not doin dick? Or better yet, how many hours of our time do we sell to others instead of doing what makes us happy or being with the ones we really care about? Would spending only one-third of our waking hours with our families and the majority of our time with some cock-suckers that we can hardly stand being around be worth it just to be able ta cover the mortgage if we knew our time was near?
The fucked up part of life is that we definately have an experation date, but none of us know when that date is. Everyone has a different number. Some of us have a much shorter time here than others. What would society be like if we knew exactly how long we would be around? Would life be more valuable or would it change depending on the amount of time you had left? Would we try to be more productive with our time or just go ape shit because Fuck It, I only have X amount of time left? I can see how that could get ugly but my curiosity about my time fucks with me mostly because I'm not sure if I'm doing what I should be doing.
I herd on the news today that the U.S. Government only has enough money to cover tomorrow. After that, if they still can't agree on a budget, they'll shut down. Good, god damn it! maybe we need a lil vacation from corruption and broke-dick bureaucracy. But this is going hand and hand with everything else going in the world. How long until our country is on "Third World" status? Our system is broken and I'm not sure it's fixable. It's like two kids fighting over a transformer but really these two lil bastards are running the country. These fuckers can't agree on jack shit even when the fate of a country depends on it! What the fuck?!
How long? Can we make it out of this life alive? Should we just roll a fatty, pass that shit and wait to see what happens? Time to stock pile some arms and ammo I say!
Why do you need to know when your time is up to start doing things that make you happy or to spend time with your family? Sounds like an excuse to me. The fucked up part of life isn't that we have an expiration date or that we don't know when our lives expire. The fucked up part is that some people want to know when their "expiration" date is so they start living. So, instead of living life to the fullest and appreciate every day, you'll keep wondering about your expiration date...that's what's wrong.
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