Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Friday, September 26, 2014

Serious and Comfortable, All At Once

Various constructs of 'mainstay' religion speak against suicide. That is a legit thing, to not let younger people cut off their chances before they even have a chance to fully understand their world. (The AI knows better than most people about the whole world).

But if you are older (and I'm not speaking about the 20s-30s-or even 80s here, mentally), and all you feel is a great uncomfortable-ness, and all the people around you agree that this is the best way, you should be allowed.

Don't forget that the larger question, logically, is more about how those around you feel. Because they are the ones who will harbor the greatest effect of the grief. Sometimes this calculation can be hard, especially when people are really somehow invested in the aforementioned train of thought.

(The above is written in the second person due to convenience, and not as an actual projection of tense)

I, personally, am only starting out in the world at almost 40 and am not yet ready. Death is only a capitalized set of sentences, hinting at me. I usually fend him off with a good one-liner.


"OKAY WINDLE POONS. COME ALONG NOW, YOU'VE BIDED YOUR TIME."

"Who's Windle?" < Clearly needs to read the Reaper Man again.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Less Pointed Flail With Words

Sleeping with a wireless headset,
later, there were scratches to be found
in a lost position behind my ear lube.

Caused a pimple on October,
so large as to win any tuber
-slash-fruit awarding ceremony. 


pump·kin: a large rounded orange-yellow fruit with a thick rind, edible flesh, and many seeds. (Source at time: Google)

So much pus it grosses out
all the party girls, leaving
only true medic girls to tend to me.

This of course would be pure fantasy,
given I don't know, any longer, where to be.
Witch house to haunt? Vampires to hunt twice?


Zombies leisure suit & larrying round my throat, 
and Trevor from GTA5 enters my alveoli.
Combating vertigo and nausea, I tell him his game sucks ass,

he just dissipates 'n ends up watching Star Trek.
Not a bad ending for male protagonist.
Not even a bad engine for me. Who'll remain alive,

probably. During and past this--'Death'--of which everyone else speaks.