Hell and Paradise exist.

The time expands extremely in the minds of people in the moment of dying.
It's the moment for us but the eternity for them.
If they die in a peace of mind the leave their eternity in paradise.
If their mind is in confusion, that moment (eternity for them) they exist in hell.
The virtual environment and the inhabitants of Hell or Heaven are generated by the imagination of the person dying and is prompted by his/her religious and other irrational beliefs.

Now the question, if I don't believe in any shit like hell or heaven, what am I gonna see when I die?

without alcohol - 3 days
without drugs - 3 days
without cigarette - 30 hours
without sex - 12 days

what do I miss most?

- The two things you can't buy with money: love and health.
- Yean. But money significantly increase your chances

U feel depressed?
Kill yourself!
NO?
So you ain't depressed enough. Now SHUT THE FUCK UP and LIVE, bitch!

-I'm feeling so real
-Sure, it's a coke, darling

I'm standing at the crossroads where every road is a deadend.
That's how life is. You die anyway. You only choose how.

I've been searching everywhere for something special.
I've been looking for friends, love, money, celecbrity.
I understand now, the only thing I've been looking for was Confidence.

"We are ready and willing to ignite. Just born too late"
Shirt label

"Each time I cum into a woman's pussy I give a prayer to God thanking that I'm still not a gay."

Isn't it weird that we can choose to die any moment we want, but someone has decided for us the time to begin our life?

Would you kill your friend if he asked you?

Who's the true friend? - The one who would? or the one who wouldn't?

- He is not crazy anymore.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. He's dead

in the future the drugs will become much more than they are today

forget about virtual reality in the sense you think of it today
- it will be chemically driven
highly sophisticated, ad hoc designed drugs will change the world

in fact, they will be creating worlds - in the minds of their users
not just for several hours, the drug substance in the blood will be maintained on the constant level for years

actually it will be just a choice of a user, what kind of world he wants to live in

I believe the biochemistry and mankind's knowledge of a human body and brain will achieve an inconceivable level, that will allow creating harmless substances capable of a cyclic self-resynthesis in the body.
these drugs will not bring any weariness or inhibition of the receptors (at least they should not) I think the time of sleep will be used to rebuild them and restore the tone

even today the drug users are choosing their drugs based on the hallucinogenic effects they are providing

in the future they will be able to choose or order to design for them a custom-made VR-drug, which will stimulate their brain to work in a desired mode, inducing a unique reality-perception

this is John. he likes nature, green plants. that's why he lives in a rain-forest world
the green sprouts twine the walls in the city, flowers bloom on his desk, he makes his way through the lianas, which are in fact the electricity cords
his wife sees the world in the same way

his colleague Truth leaves in the world of elves, flying flames, magic lights, world where the sun is green and the thunderstorms are incredibly beautiful with the lightnings of all the colors of the rainbow and the clouds streaming under the sharp angles to the ground

some of their colleagues might live in the medieval ages, or in some Asian style environment, they might choose the dark gothic world or a paradise

the catch is they all work in the same company. the drugs alter your reality perception but not your ability to think and work
you still can sit and work in front of the computer whether the room looks as a castle hall or as a forest clearing

the people will have to learn to respect one more difference - the difference of the personal VR-drugs worlds
in fact by that time mankind will have only one race, pretty similar culture
but somebody from a space-world will have to learn how to co-operate with someone living in a rainforest world

perhaps, these drugs will be called to hide the reality which might become too ugly. something like a desert.
in any case they will help to care less about things meaning possessions, they will make your life beautiful they way you want it

if person becomes tired of a chosen world - he can change it
the drugs is washed out of the body and a new one's injected, just need to choose

just a dream, just a beginning
still a lot to develop

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when you have no motivation at all
when this fire inside died
when there's nothing left to live for
when there's noone dear
when you are so free that noone needs you
when there's silence outside and emptyness inside
when you have lost all your desires
then - YOU ARE DEAD
living dead, you have no soul

drugs can help you. for a moment
they are a ticket to the life,
round-trip ticket only

Real heroes die
Lonely death, unsung
Vanish in the dark
All the stories lie
No one hears them cry
No one's gonna mark
Where they bleed dry
When the bells have rung

Silence - water
Words - drops of paint
Put to much of it - what do you get?
A useless mess

I look at the young people and I feel so old... I envy them. They really benefit from life


I'm so withdrawn, I'm too serious, I can't believe the life can bring you fun, this idea just can't settle in my mind
I can't allow to lose control, though it doesn't bring me nothing except for loneliness
I can't understand those people. Things they are interested in seem to be such a cheap bullshit to me
Things I consider important they reckon boring and stupid...
Jesus fucking Christ!..
I was surviving, I was not living, I was existing in the most grim, hopeless environment with no guidance. Alone, noone to share with
So I survived, and seems I'm sentenced to be sombre, boring and alone for ever

You'll never understand what you've been given until you lose it, people

some people want a beautiful life...
when you know you can't have it, what you want is a beautiful death...

so beautiful... like a love you've never had
like a smile on a face you won't ever see, like a laughter you won't hear, like a whisper in a wind that won't ever blow, like a touch lighter than a dream, like a vision intangible as a smoke of a sacred fire, like a tear lost in a rain, like a last heartbeat nobody will notice, like a meaning of life noone will ever explain

they say life is priceless...
can I cash a small percent of its value somewhere?

I would kill to meet you
I would kill to become what I want to be
I would kill to live

But I don't know who you are
I don't know what I wanna be
I don't know what life is for