Mummy
Ah, wonderful. The evening papers today are again writing about another case where a mummified body was found in an apartment, having been dead for approximately 2.5 years. In a sidebar the article listed five other similar cases in recent years.
I just know I'm going to end up like that. I'm gonna end up like that and I warned people many times and nobody cares. :b Well, not completely nobody. A couple people introduced me to their friends. Those were rare highlights and much appreciated. :)
I think I'll rather just take my chances trekking the jungles. I'd rather be eaten by a tiger and disappear without a trace into the jungle, than die alone and sit at home mummifying for three years. I'd rather die active than passive. I refuse to die at home if a home is just an empty shell without love. Things would be different if home had love. If I had family to be with, I'd be happy to die at home with them. But I don't, and home is just a shell of rock and plaster and I have no desire to die in an inhuman box.
I'm going to go somewhere out there and have adventures and die with my boots on and be shot dead by Burmese soldiers or eaten by cannibals or murdered by robbers or whatever, I'll much rather take that than just sit at home and die and mummify there for years until somebody stumbles in by accident. Fuck home. Home is nothing without love in it. I'd rather die hopelessly fighting a tiger or even contracting goddamned malaria than sitting in a damn recliner alone.
I hate that whole concept of mummified death so much, it's the ultimate expression of nobody cared about you, that you were so valueless to society that your passing didn't leave a single ripple. I'd rather be beheaded by terrorists than be mummified. At least that way some people thought that your passing might affect somebody somewhere, which is a compliment compared to the complete non-relevance and non-existence of mummified death. I hate it so much and I refuse to go like that. I'd rather go any other way in the world but that.
I just know I'm going to end up like that. I'm gonna end up like that and I warned people many times and nobody cares. :b Well, not completely nobody. A couple people introduced me to their friends. Those were rare highlights and much appreciated. :)
I think I'll rather just take my chances trekking the jungles. I'd rather be eaten by a tiger and disappear without a trace into the jungle, than die alone and sit at home mummifying for three years. I'd rather die active than passive. I refuse to die at home if a home is just an empty shell without love. Things would be different if home had love. If I had family to be with, I'd be happy to die at home with them. But I don't, and home is just a shell of rock and plaster and I have no desire to die in an inhuman box.
I'm going to go somewhere out there and have adventures and die with my boots on and be shot dead by Burmese soldiers or eaten by cannibals or murdered by robbers or whatever, I'll much rather take that than just sit at home and die and mummify there for years until somebody stumbles in by accident. Fuck home. Home is nothing without love in it. I'd rather die hopelessly fighting a tiger or even contracting goddamned malaria than sitting in a damn recliner alone.
I hate that whole concept of mummified death so much, it's the ultimate expression of nobody cared about you, that you were so valueless to society that your passing didn't leave a single ripple. I'd rather be beheaded by terrorists than be mummified. At least that way some people thought that your passing might affect somebody somewhere, which is a compliment compared to the complete non-relevance and non-existence of mummified death. I hate it so much and I refuse to go like that. I'd rather go any other way in the world but that.