It wouldn’t be a problem if immigrants stopped eating the cats first. Cats eat the magpies, immigrants eat the catmagpies. Be patient…everyone likes pies.
Just like turkducken, where a Turk eats a boneless duck and then you….well, have a traditional American turksgiving. I have seen it on TV true story.
This makes me happy, not giddy, not excited, but there’s something waiting for me that’s absolutely incomprehensible.
Twenty years ago it would’ve kept me up at night and made me cry silently into my pillow.
Many years ago I noticed I’d get those thoughts when I stayed up too late into the morning wasting my time away, and I would panic and spiral, but when I woke up I’d barely have memory of those thoughts.
Now when I stay up to late and I get those thoughts I know it’s time to go to bed, I just accept that they come, and I know that they’ll be there, they just don’t bother me. Very much like my eventual demise.
If they’re intrusive you probably haven’t had enough time to contemplate them. Live with them a while and you’ll find them to be another part of existence, and they’ll make you appreciate your existence, no matter how temporary, even more.
And don’t ever believe anyone who says they know what happen to them/you the moments following your demise, they only hope to make your time with this existence benefit themselves.
The green part is written by GTP-3. So the “regular pit supervisor” etc. in the ending got written by a human after the AI generated the first green part, but the last joke was made by AI again.
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