Fuck Envy

They all had there reason for coming here, gamblers, alcoholics, thieves, drug addicts, prostitutes, homeless, young and old, skinny and tall, short and fat. They were all equally worthless, societies outcasts. Each had a certain look about them, some gazed forward without logical target, it just went endlessly to some unknown future, or long removed past. Some seemed acceptant of there current circumstances, after all they decided there own fates, they were the captain of there own ships, no matter the current, they had to take responsibility. This was the last chance they had to turn around, but they all walked through the door one by one, not even a glance back. When they got inside they all filed into there spots, and started digging. They dug and dug, quickly burying there entire bodies in the earth, but they didn’t stop it, it wasn’t hot yet. They continued to dig, until they eventualy hit a layer of hard earth, at which point a power drill was dropped into the hole. Before long the buzzing and humming of metal against earth erupted out of the holes. It soon began to get hot, and they were zapped of energy, but there was no water, no food, no rest, all they had was there hole. Then at last the earth became so hardened that they could no longer dig down, they had finally reached hell. Hell was a much more pleasant place than the hole, with all the comforts life could offer. So they splurged themselves, they drank, ate, slept, fucked, got high, and gambled.
There was no passage of time in hell, there was nothing meaningful to count towards, no end dates or starting points. It was all the present now, because there was no future to look forward, and the past remained long forgotten obscured by the today. And today passed and today passed and today passed, but the only change being in what they consumed. The cancer slowly corroded them warping there bodies into disgusting, and foriegn shapes, but they continued to indulge and indulge and indulge. Then the ladder dropped, It was made of Ivry, and gold, it was bedazzled with gems and all manor of beauty. Then time reimagined itself in there minds, the cancer had now engraved itself on every part of there bodies, the comfort that resided in hell began to just be stillness, and the cancer became uncomfort, soon they would have to take responsibility. The first man began to climb the ladder, a drunkard and gambler, a disgusting a deplorable human whose worthlessness seemed unquantifiable. The man wanted to take accountability for being such filth, unable to stand the undeserved comfort he basked in. The climb was only thirty seconds, thirty seconds of accountablity, so the man started to climb the latter. Immediately the comfort departed him, but the cancer still remained engraved on his body beconing him back to hell. He tried to keep his mind on the top of the ladder, at the end of the thirty seconds. At the end of it he would have worth, a real value as a member of the human race, his kids would see him as a father, his wife as a loving husband, and the world would rejoice at his convergence with them. But he couldn’t the current was to strong. One by one the valueless attempted to climb the ladder out of hell, the longer they stayed the more degenerate the cancer made them. A continuesly whore pealed the flesh of her vagina to pleasure herself, moving chunks of her flesh up to her mid sections. A fiend, injected heroin into his bloodshot eyes, then in his ears, then in his nose, slowly acupuncturing his entire body, fluids of all kinds constantly oozing out of his body. They all continued in the degeneracy, intervened by the seconds they spent climbing the latter. They had to take responsibility, they felt the madness of hell infecting them, but it was to painful, one of them endured the thirty seconds off hell. But his he soon arrived again. Some people became addicted to the pirpetuall cycle of hell and the ladder the rush of dopamine after the pain of the ladder became ever more so enticing. Some quit climbing altogether allowing for the cancer to destroy them. Some people exited hell, the ladder, and everything all together. But through it the ladder remained.

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