save us from the factory

god loves a lost soul. stupid video games, keeping me up at 4 am in the morning. stupid song, “sweet disposition” by stupid band, temper trap keeping me thinking this late (or this early?). the things they never taught you in school you learn when it’s too late. you’re 23 and you’re making your journey to the end of the night. too young to die, too childish to lose hope. the ancient egyptians (and a bunch of other civilizations in the past) buried their dead with precious things of sentimental and tangible value, so that the departed can spend the afterlife in luxury. how misleading. i can’t help but think that you spend the after life not with what you had, but with everything you lost. they’re there, right there, reminding you of the wasted life you lead. when i die, bury me with my fucking video games. as max payne described it, bathed in the New York snow and the searchlight of an NYPD helicopter, “a little closer to heaven”.