Hell is an eternal cringe.
Hell is a cruel joke whose vicious punchline you don’t get at first because you are the punchline. No wait, that’s life.
Hell is embarrassing. More so than life.
Hell is both lonely and devoid of all privacy. Experience is entirely alienated and yet the suffering is all too personal. High school was nothing.
In Hell, all the negative emotions are infinitely intense and constant except for those equally painful moments when all emotions seem false and self-crushingly hollow.
The infinite remorse despair desperation loss blah-blah-blah is alleviated only by the brief festivities surrounding Satan Appreciation Week.
The climax of the festivities is the grand reinstatement of all that crushing pain and misery. Satan knows how to throw a party and he also knows how to end one.
And the black hole tour sucks. Sucks!
Satan’s under-bosses produce charts and reports to him showing their output and productivity–i.e., suffering levels. They are rewarded by being allowed to suffer a little less than everyone else. To earn this pathetic pittance their brutality knows no bounds.
And when you look on the bright side it just burns. Never look on the bright side. Never.
Half the people that show up for work on a given day in Hell might have forgotten to put their pants on. The other half laugh and point. But then a hideous beast suddenly materializes and slices them to pieces before they can barely stop laughing.
So are the pant-less people then in the clear? No, because they get attacked by the Soul Rapists.
Satanic moral of the story: better to get sliced to pieces by a hideous beast than soul-raped. So now you know.
And that’s just a Tuesday. By Thursday, the place is a total madhouse.
haha, it is entertaining, hell is created by parents who want to command their children to follow their opinions. It is indeed a madhouse. However, I believe hell is not in another place, it’s in the world.