i'm writing just for fun a small text about existance and how you can't escape existance because you're just random pieces of information working together communist style (even though or because no one demands anything, alone they aren't capable of anything at all), and their purpose is to do everything, everywhere and everytime. you'll probably just get put together again randomly with other pieces of information after you die and lose the capability to sense time (or anything at all basically). And the only thing you can do, and you won't start another miserable life again feeling and experiencing complex things is to throw yourself into a black hole and get squashed into the smallest, yet most massive piece of information possible to mankind, with a collection of information from every place in the universe there ever was, every possible "earth" there existed and every timeline you could imagine an earth in. then wait until every single piece of information follows your path, your mom, your dad, every mom you had, every dad you had, every dad you were, every mom you were and every hitler you could've been. Don't worry, there are timelines where hitler was a famous artist. But also a timeline where hitler was a famous artist and some other guy was a dictator of the german reich, was called obama and took care of all the jews. That wasn't you, but me. But you are me. We all are we, squashed into that big fat pussy hole, and we were bored because we knew every-thing of every-time, every-where.
