I WAS WALKING AND HEARD A SOUND BEHIND ME. I TURNED, AND A GUY HAD FALLEN DOWN. PEOPLE WERE RUNNING TO HELP HIM. I GOT CLOSE TO SEE IF THERE WAS SOMETHING I COULD DO. NO ONE WAS GIVING HIM MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION, SO I BENT OVER, PUSHED ON HIS CHEST AND WAS ABOUT TO BREATH INTO HIS MOUTH WHEN I REALIZED IT WAS ME. I HAD LEFT MY BODY, AGAIN WITHOUT REALIZING IT. I QUICKLY ENTERED MY BODY, PICKED MYSELF UP AND RAN AWAY. APPARENTLY, HAVING LEFT MY BODY SO MANY TIMES, I HAVE NEARLY DESTROYED THE MECHANISM THAT KEEPS MY SPIRIT BODY IN PLACE. I THINK I NEED A NEW HOBBY.
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IT’S APPARENT THAT MUCH OF LIFE IS SPENT SLEEPING FROM BIRTH AND AGAIN IN OLD AGE, AND TAKING CARE OF A BODY, YOU KNOW, SURVIVAL, FOOD, CLOTHING, SHELTER, COOKING, EATING, PEEING, POOPING AND DOING DISHES, AND LAUNDRY. SO OBVIOUSLY THE VALUE OF BEING IN A VIRTUAL REALITY HAS TO BE HOW MANY PEOPLE WE HAVE TO SCREW TO SURVIVE EITHER TO KEEP UP WITH THE JONES OR BURY THEM IN THE DESERT IN AN UNMARKED GRAVE, AND OF COURSE THAT BEGS THE QUESTION, “HOW MUCH FUN IS IT TO WATCH A PLAY, MOVIE OR PLAY A VIDEO GAME LONGER THAN THREE MINUTES WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS WORTH WATCHING, WHICH LEADS TO UNASSAILABLE CONCLUSION THAT IF PEOPLE AND LIFE AREN’T A LITTLE FUCKED UP, NO ONE WOULD WANT TO WATCH OR PLAY, WHICH MEANS THE UNIVERSE WOULD IMPLODE FROM BOREDOM AND CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CONSIDER KILLING ITSELF A SOLEMN DUTY OR GET BETTER SCRIPT WRITERS.
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