Venting The pleasure of dying...

[jayjay]

Oh! The pleasure of dying... The pleasure of being free from the machine which creates the desire and the need. Yes, the need... The need to eat, to do, to be, to talk, of being, for what? For nothing. The orgasmic pleasure of dying and not sharing anymore this world with the psychopaths who derive pleasure from my death, but my pleasure is greater because they cannot hurt me, so I feel better than them, and thus I win in the end. But what constitutes this victory exactly? The orgasmic chemical cocktail which is given to me when dying, but doesn't that constitute again a need to feel pleasure in order to not feel pain? How pointless! Even in death I do not escape the machine! For the machine I was all this time... How stupid I was thinking I was something I was not.

 

[SergeantAutist]

Oh! The pleasure of dying... The pleasure of being free from the machine which creates the desire and the need. Yes, the need... The need to eat, to do, to be, to talk, of being, for what? For nothing. The orgasmic pleasure of dying and not sharing anymore this world with the psychopaths who derive pleasure from my death, but my pleasure is greater because they cannot hurt me, so I feel better than them, and thus I win in the end. But what constitutes this victory exactly? The orgasmic chemical cocktail which is given to me when dying, but doesn't that constitute again a need to feel pleasure in order to not feel pain? How pointless! Even in death I do not escape the machine! For the machine I was all this time... How stupid I was thinking I was something I was not.

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The final breath, no different than the first—both just the body’s desperate trick, a game to play against itself. You desire to be free from the machine, yet in dying, you remain its most loyal servant, chasing the last chemical sigh of existence.