"its as cold as hell outside"

someone said that to me once. today reminded me of it. its wet, its chilly, and i have nothing to do. im convinced hell isnt full of flames; that would at least be shiny. no, hell is full of nothing. boredom is all that exists in hell. i could see demons feeding on the frustration of the improsoned souls of tormented evildoers. that was rather dramatic writing, but hey, maybe ive had a revelation that has escaped human comprehension the past few millenia and its true. giving me all the more reason (does one need it?) to get to heaven. i expect God to have some good climbing trees there, or at least a vaulting mat