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A thought hit me, not the first time of course, but this time I've illustrated it in my head completely..
Death is unfortunate.

At least, to me it is. Not just because of the "ah shit, I'm dead! What's next?" business or the "fuck, I hope the priest was kidding about that masturbation thing." It's actually far more simpler than that.

When I die it'll be without notice. That means..

'Shit, did not reply to that one person's blog!'
'Forgot to call up and wish my mum happy birthday again!><'
'Still never confessed to that one girl.'
'Forgot to wipe my hard drive of "garbage"!'
'Neeeever listened to my favorite band's album yet!!'

and let's not forget..

'all those people across the internet I talk to/talked to once/admired artistically/admired/etc will never know that I died, most likely.'

and that realization of incompleteness and anonymity after death just struck me as scary.




But back to more important matters!
I want to melt all my friends down and turn them into a neat inject capable drug and start shooting up because then I would be certain that they are actually moving towards my heart
and not the blasted shed in my head where I hide all the shit too broken to carry a long.

So let's just lift up our cups and toast on a good fight for our fellow Roses in the war with the sheep(pluralized).
And of course let's wish a pox upon the damn vagina for stealing the storks' business.

FACKYOU.iloveyou