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Well, depending on the seriousness of the blow, i would either be dead or merely injured.

In the later instance i would have to rely on the internal medicinal techniques that nature has provided me with, leading to either a full recovery, or at worst, a diminished capability.

In the former, i have absolutely no idea. Perhaps with the possibilities of cryogenically frozen bodies, i would have the opportunity to be blessed with life's opportunities once more. Certainly, bereft of such advances, i would struggle to be elected to the governing body of falling branch evasion techniques.

Whatever the fate of the falling branch, i would not feel so acutely the headache of deciphering immortality, the burden of responsibility in relation to the infinite and unfathomable complexities of quantum physics, the appetite for life prolonging and tasteless foodstuffs, the necessity of constucting utopian and unimplementable theories for existence nor sociopolitical and abstract quasi destructive systems and categorisations of all possible known matter, biotic or otherwise , and an infinite list of other fabricated modes of pissing in the wind with a large marrow stuffed up ones arse. Of course i would be bereft of the pseudo pleasures and fireworks that the very same bistro serves to its enlightened diners to sweeten the bitter taste of such a large, unpaletable and undigestable meal served on fragile bone china.

My headache would merely be a physical one, which even bereft of Anadin Extra, i would feel adequately able to cope with, and look forward to the ensuing pleasure riding on the crest of a wave on the ocean of pain.

I have no desire to hold on to the flotilla of floating turds riding precariously across the sea of pain, legs dangling among natures sharks, whilst the head bobs along with the shits of reason, gasping the air of complex molecules which mutilate my organic thinking cells.

I have no counter theory. Pissing on the existing ones employs enough of my time, until it occurs that the branch falls on my head, and i will be relieved of such pastimes.

<blockquote data-quote="cookiemonster" data-source="post: 520586" data-attributes="member: 1012">Well, depending on the seriousness of the blow, i would either be dead or merely injured. In the later instance i would have to rely on the internal medicinal techniques that nature has provided me with, leading to either a full recovery, or at worst, a diminished capability. In the former, i have absolutely no idea. Perhaps with the possibilities of cryogenically frozen bodies, i would have the opportunity to be blessed with life's opportunities once more. Certainly, bereft of such advances, i would struggle to be elected to the governing body of falling branch evasion techniques. Whatever the fate of the falling branch, i would not feel so acutely the headache of deciphering immortality, the burden of responsibility in relation to the infinite and unfathomable complexities of quantum physics, the appetite for life prolonging and tasteless foodstuffs, the necessity of constucting utopian and unimplementable theories for existence nor sociopolitical and abstract quasi destructive systems and categorisations of all possible known matter, biotic or otherwise , and an infinite list of other fabricated modes of pissing in the wind with a large marrow stuffed up ones arse. Of course i would be bereft of the pseudo pleasures and fireworks that the very same bistro serves to its enlightened diners to sweeten the bitter taste of such a large, unpaletable and undigestable meal served on fragile bone china.My headache would merely be a physical one, which even bereft of Anadin Extra, i would feel adequately able to cope with, and look forward to the ensuing pleasure riding on the crest of a wave on the ocean of pain.I have no desire to hold on to the flotilla of floating turds riding precariously across the sea of pain, legs dangling among natures sharks, whilst the head bobs along with the shits of reason, gasping the air of complex molecules which mutilate my organic thinking cells.I have no counter theory. Pissing on the existing ones employs enough of my time, until it occurs that the branch falls on my head, and i will be relieved of such pastimes.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="cookiemonster, post: 520586, member: 1012"] Well, depending on the seriousness of the blow, i would either be dead or merely injured. In the later instance i would have to rely on the internal medicinal techniques that nature has provided me with, leading to either a full recovery, or at worst, a diminished capability. In the former, i have absolutely no idea. Perhaps with the possibilities of cryogenically frozen bodies, i would have the opportunity to be blessed with life's opportunities once more. Certainly, bereft of such advances, i would struggle to be elected to the governing body of falling branch evasion techniques. Whatever the fate of the falling branch, i would not feel so acutely the headache of deciphering immortality, the burden of responsibility in relation to the infinite and unfathomable complexities of quantum physics, the appetite for life prolonging and tasteless foodstuffs, the necessity of constucting utopian and unimplementable theories for existence nor sociopolitical and abstract quasi destructive systems and categorisations of all possible known matter, biotic or otherwise , and an infinite list of other fabricated modes of pissing in the wind with a large marrow stuffed up ones arse. Of course i would be bereft of the pseudo pleasures and fireworks that the very same bistro serves to its enlightened diners to sweeten the bitter taste of such a large, unpaletable and undigestable meal served on fragile bone china. My headache would merely be a physical one, which even bereft of Anadin Extra, i would feel adequately able to cope with, and look forward to the ensuing pleasure riding on the crest of a wave on the ocean of pain. I have no desire to hold on to the flotilla of floating turds riding precariously across the sea of pain, legs dangling among natures sharks, whilst the head bobs along with the shits of reason, gasping the air of complex molecules which mutilate my organic thinking cells. I have no counter theory. Pissing on the existing ones employs enough of my time, until it occurs that the branch falls on my head, and i will be relieved of such pastimes. [/QUOTE]

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