Death

  • Life would be easier if I knew the deadline

    It would almost make it easier live. To have somewhat of a “deadline” to anticipate in which you have to fit in every activity you want before you die. It would be easier than the blindness of going through life knowing it could happen however and whenever. With something terminal–besides…

  • The end of it

    I would have someone take her/it. Neutralize it somewhere isolated. Totally unable to move. Maybe chained up, maybe a flaccid paralysis. It wouldn’t be able to speak. All its evil, pathetic narcissistic anger, screams, and excuses wouldn’t be heard. Just there. Pathetically writhing in pain—imperceptible. I would enter the space.…

  • The day I died

    The audacity.  I had peacefully made my exit, and all these cretins had “things to say” about my choice. I hated those asinine articles when I was alive… “So and so did _________, sparking debate.”  So self-important were these lazy internet debaters. Because I gave a fuck what they argued…

  • Desperate for freedom

    I’ve failed you. I’m still lost. I don’t really know who I am without you. I keep thinking—I keep deluding myself—that somehow I’ve processed everything. But really, I’ve only been taking advantage of my lack of object permanence. If you don’t see someone, or something often, you get used to…

  • Ridding the world of a menace

    Problem solved. Finally. I always thought if I ever killed someone that it would feel like…more than this. I feel nothing. No guilt, no shock at what I’ve just done. Only a second ago, but it’s already in the distant past. What I feel is…accomplished. Life isn’t different from one moment…

  • Perpetual existential crisis

    What actually am I supposed to do? Is this all there is? But at the same time, the possibilities of existence in this life are awesome. But how awesome are they really? Wouldn’t I feel better , more optimistic, more motivated if this life were really that great? I know…

  • Unbearable and infinite

    People always think it’s something to be pursued…to be found. And that eventually you’ll be happy. So much of life is spent on following stupid societal “norms” at the expense of being still, and knowing you already have what you’ve been seeking. But we’ve always known each other haven’t we? We always…

  • My last moments

    My last moments

    As I took in the beauty of that world one last time, I wondered at all the creative energy that made up this marvelous universe. I sighed, then reached over to put the pill in my mouth, took one last refreshing drink of  water to help it down, and I…

  • Evil people don’t get assassinated enough

    “Assassinated” is the wrong word. It makes it sound like the person getting killed is of some type of importance.  More people should be getting killed. Regardless of any type of invented hierarchy. I want to believe that some people working at whatever level of government, maybe are doing it…


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