Nothing I know now would have ‘saved’ a lot of pain. Why? Because pain is like a fine keg of mead. The more time it ages the better it gets.

For those needing a better definition, pain only gets ‘better’ as in more intense as you ‘age’. When you’re young pain is like drinking cool aid.

Now I’m an expert in pain. Need pain. Love pain. Crave pain. Anything to make it all hurt more is fucking by far better than thinking about a younger self trying to deal with the stupidity of youth.

When our bodies ‘die’ that is the moment pain has reached the pinnacle of taste, of design, of optimum horror…then, everything after death is just pure joy.

Oblivion is the true answer to real pain.

What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?

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