Think about the burnt sausage-hang that Heaven would be. Hell has all of the greats. Who does heaven have? John Ritter? Mr. Rogers? I mean, ok, but who's on guitar up there.
Point being, it's all fucking bullshit, we are here and we are suffering. Like a chicken in a cage on a truck being transported to slaughter.
Think about the burnt sausage-hang that Heaven would be. Hell has all of the greats. Who does heaven have? John Ritter? Mr. Rogers? I mean, ok, but who's on guitar up there. Point being, it's all fucking bullshit, we are here and we are suffering. Like a chicken in a cage on a truck being transported to slaughter.