Greizer85
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1. The mere idea mortifies me (pardon the pun
). That death is natural or inevitable doesn't matter to me in the least; I'm scared as hell whenever I think about it! Fear doesn't have to be rational, you know. Just to think that I won't exist anymore...
It's impossible to even truly think about imo.
As Woody Allen put it, I don't want to live on in the hearts and minds of my loved ones; I want to live on in my apartment! I want to experience the Universe and eat pie goddammit!
The government should fix me up with a job so that I can start sponsoring that anti-aging drug research...
2. Often. Everything I do is meaningless in a way if I don't exist anymore to see what becomes of it. Yeah, I'm selfish I guess. I mean I'm happy with the idea that someone will read something I wrote after my death (if it ever becomes probable)... But I'd be even happier if I'd be alive to hear his/her direct delight about it!
3. Not very familiar. One of my grandmothers has died but we weren't very close. I do know that I don't want to die in one of those creepy "last-home-before-oblivion" type of houses with the puke-green walls, smell of meds and stale sheets, crappy flower paintings and the nurses treating you like a child. For me it will be a rented Corvette through a giant billboard at 160 mph, thank you very much. My last view will be of the blazing sunset from my severed head that files into the ocean through the windshield (cut off by the edge of the billboard). See you in another life, brutha! Yeeeee-hawww!

...still scary as hell though. I mean the idea of death in that moment; obviously it's scary to drive like that. Whatever, I'll get my coat now...


As Woody Allen put it, I don't want to live on in the hearts and minds of my loved ones; I want to live on in my apartment! I want to experience the Universe and eat pie goddammit!

2. Often. Everything I do is meaningless in a way if I don't exist anymore to see what becomes of it. Yeah, I'm selfish I guess. I mean I'm happy with the idea that someone will read something I wrote after my death (if it ever becomes probable)... But I'd be even happier if I'd be alive to hear his/her direct delight about it!
3. Not very familiar. One of my grandmothers has died but we weren't very close. I do know that I don't want to die in one of those creepy "last-home-before-oblivion" type of houses with the puke-green walls, smell of meds and stale sheets, crappy flower paintings and the nurses treating you like a child. For me it will be a rented Corvette through a giant billboard at 160 mph, thank you very much. My last view will be of the blazing sunset from my severed head that files into the ocean through the windshield (cut off by the edge of the billboard). See you in another life, brutha! Yeeeee-hawww!




...still scary as hell though. I mean the idea of death in that moment; obviously it's scary to drive like that. Whatever, I'll get my coat now...