Steak Helmet said:
No one SUFFERS...not one person on this earth...no poverty, but not rich, no starving to death, no slow painful deaths, and no one needs to have that sick feeling of losing a loved one to something stupid....drunk driver, war(some wars), cancer, and anything along the lines of pain.
even animals...I cannot stand the pet cop show....I do not know how the cops can keep their sanity when they see some of those cases
That's very nice of you.. very sensitive.
But there would be one death in that type of world.. I would put a cap in my ass. I would be bored to tears. The human struggle is facinating to me. It could be just that I'm a Goth. Don't get me wrong.. I think very deep about Christianity and God's plan. It's ammmmmmmaaaaazing what the one true Lord and Savior can do and has in store for His children. But according to >>>my<<< belief, after the One Thousand Year Millinium and the Last Struggle of Man... we become like the Angels? WTF? no no no no no! I want to keep my human body and continue with the struggle. I don't want to live in a pain free, struggle free existence. People flying all over the place with their damn wings and no Pilots License, playing harps, everybody has a freaking smile on their face... makes me want to puke!
I have this deep seated fear...very deep...very scary! It would scare the tan off of you peeps! Perhaps there should be a Greatest Fear thread.
My wife and I just signed papers for a house. The neighborhood was very important. You're saying "well it's important to all of us SS!" Well when I take my fear into account..it's more important! Looking for the right house in the right neighborhood was consuming me...sucking out my will to live! Some of the neighborhoods left me with nightmares! I had to drive out as fast as I could before........before........before.......... they could turn me..yes....turn me. Who are they? you know who they are...stop laughing damnit! This is real! Turn me into what you might say... oh sit there in front of you laptop and act like you don't know .... HA! I laugh at you!!! I fart in your general direction!
You know the neighborhoods...
THE STEPFORD NEIGHBORHOODS!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could see it now.. I move in there.. women looking like June Cleaver showing up at our door giving us Bunt Cakes to welcome us. Yeah..with their stupid smiles on their face! Them stupid Stepford families with their perfectly cut stupid lawns, and every stupid rock in their Xeroscape is perfectly placed. Not one weed anywhere. Men outside mowing their yards, and stopping every now and then to congregate with each other...talking... and staring at my house with concern on their face. Everything around their house perfectly organized. And then their Stupid Stepford Children... they look like something out of a 60's Horror classic.. you know which ones... The movies from 'The Mickey Mouse Club', and the Leave it to Beavers, Father Knows Best, Dick Van Dyke, I love Lucy, Andy Griffith, My Three Sons, Dennis the Menace' and other Horror Classics. A world where everybody says "Golly Gee" OH.........ma.....GOD!!!!! This is a world where you would never hear the Beave saying to Wally in their room at night with the lights off "holy fuck Wally, did you see Annette Funichello's tits?!!!! they are like 57 Chevy Bumper Bullets! I'd like to stick my...." Wally "Beave...keep talking... I'm almost there (deep breathing)" Beave "wally? wally?" Wally "shhhh Beave... just let it happen (he said so softly)"
Ward and June in their seperate beds....married for 16 years..had sex twice. When Ward thinks of Annette, he thinks of "my she sends a great message to young people" where as he should be thinking "I'd love to spank the hell out of her!" June thinking in her last moments before sleep "I should make a nice bunt cake tomorrow..Ward would like that" instead of "Fuck Ward! sex twice in 16 years? lame ass... I'd love to spank Annette!"
Yeah...those bastards! I can see them Wards knocking on my door reminding me of mowing day, what height setting to use, explaining their weed killing techniques which are just hidden messages to match their yard or else. And me saying "hey dude... you and the wife want to borrow some of my porn? I have..let's see 'Leave it to Cleavage', 'Annette the Reverse Cowgirl Rider', ummm 'An Orgy in Mayberry', 'My Three Ho's', 'Father Grows Breasts', 'Dick a Van and a Dyke' 'Denise the Bondage Menace', and many many more...what'cha say Bro?" Ward the neighbor "are you planning on staying in our neighborhood long?" me "why?" Ward "what are those vials on your stand?" me "hey Ward...want to grow some muscle?" Ward "hmmmmm" me "hey Ward... your wife has some awesome tits! ya think she might want to come over for a Fetish N Toy Party?" Ward "I have no clue what you just said but understand this Storm Shadow..we will turn you.... you will be absorbed, assimilated... you've been warned" I look out across the street and there 'THEY' are... hundreds and thousands of Ward and June Cleavers staring at me, pointing their fingers. A low mum comes from their throat growing louder and louder until it's an ear piercing (piercing *perk*), shreik like some freaks from Body Snatchers. Hell for all I know they got the God Damn pods in their basement!
Ok...most of this is for your amuzement..but I think you get my drift of my greatest fear. Imagine a world like that... just shoot me.
SS