Who am I?
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Death - trying to deal with it
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So why this site? One day I'll me about five pounds of ashes in a small box No consciousness, no body, not even enough DNA from which God or some mad scientist could
resurrect me. This site is my way of dealing with that. This site is my way of dealing with my complete annihilation. I deal with it by knowing exactly what
will happen and by having a very sick sense of humour.
Maybe you deal with it differently. Maybe you don't smoke, don't drink and eat lettuce - so you'll live forever. Maybe you know that God will resurrect you - even the though there won't be enough left to resurrect you from. Maybe you know that your soul will survive the flames intact - even though nothing else does - and be reincarnated in a woman, or a cat, or an ant, or a rock or maybe a pair of pantyhose. |
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Maybe you think if you'll just get lucky, perhaps if you keep quiet death won't notice you. Maybe you think you can play death at cards and win your life back that way.
It won't work ladies, however much you practise You can't deal with death. Death holds all the cards.
Next stop the crematorium girls? |
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