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My mind wonders...
It is always dangerous when it wonders...
I think of a blade being rubbed against my skin in various places.
Think of pressing a capped pen under my chin, just to see what will happen.

I ponder what it must be like to have thin, needle-like strips of medal piercing all the way through every joint of your body; spine segments, knuckles of your hands and feet, between each bone of your wrists and ankles, and all else were; suspending you in mid air.

I've heard that some people carve their skin instead of using ink to get tattoes.
They said its more permanent.
I wonder if anyone had ever done it to themselves, and misserable they must have been to be able to force themselves to do it.
And what it must be like to tie a chain or rope around you neck from such a hieght...

Why do we fear death so much, when there is such a great chance that there is nothing waiting for us on the other side.
That we become nothing.

Is religion just a crutch for us to lean so heavily upon so that we can convince ourselves that death is more than what it seems to the mortal eye?...