why I laugh.
I'm not quite sure what I want to say, words seem so pointless sometimes.
I laugh but no one gets the joke,they laugh but get why I don't take things seriously,or perhaps that I take it all too seriously, y'see nobody gets out alive.
I listened to the sermons,all those years ago,promises of "life eternal" lovely rhetoric,but the graveyards are full of corpses, "asleep with Christ" or "not dead but sleeping" it makes me never want to close my eyes again,or just dump a thousand pounds of alarm clocks on them. asleep? what a lovely
turn of phrase,If I take a cat nap and somebody packs me full of formaldehyde and saw dust I think there might be a problem here.
just a thought.
so I think I'll have to get some sleep working at night brings the best out in a man you know..
I won't be "asleep in Christ" or in fact asleep in anything but bed,but that would make a boring tombstone...after all who wants to write, "dead and rotting" or "soon forgotten", all the epitaphs in the world are just useless sentiments put there to comfort the living. names and numbers,they have no meaning to the uninformed viewer.
who the hell was John Smith 1903-1975? what the hell does that realy mean,what sort of statement does that make, here's what's left of good old John Smith,he lounged around and took up space from 1903 till 1975,now he's just an indistinguishable mass of carbon under this rock, pretty much doing the same,just moving less and not complaining about his persistant back problems.
and they wonder why I laugh...
I laugh but no one gets the joke,they laugh but get why I don't take things seriously,or perhaps that I take it all too seriously, y'see nobody gets out alive.
I listened to the sermons,all those years ago,promises of "life eternal" lovely rhetoric,but the graveyards are full of corpses, "asleep with Christ" or "not dead but sleeping" it makes me never want to close my eyes again,or just dump a thousand pounds of alarm clocks on them. asleep? what a lovely
turn of phrase,If I take a cat nap and somebody packs me full of formaldehyde and saw dust I think there might be a problem here.
just a thought.
so I think I'll have to get some sleep working at night brings the best out in a man you know..
I won't be "asleep in Christ" or in fact asleep in anything but bed,but that would make a boring tombstone...after all who wants to write, "dead and rotting" or "soon forgotten", all the epitaphs in the world are just useless sentiments put there to comfort the living. names and numbers,they have no meaning to the uninformed viewer.
who the hell was John Smith 1903-1975? what the hell does that realy mean,what sort of statement does that make, here's what's left of good old John Smith,he lounged around and took up space from 1903 till 1975,now he's just an indistinguishable mass of carbon under this rock, pretty much doing the same,just moving less and not complaining about his persistant back problems.
and they wonder why I laugh...