So at work today I sat and pondered Death, like I often tend to do. How fucking wierd the corpse that looks like it is sleeping but within there is cellular decay and there is no life. How can you be anything that you were in this life in the next? When all that you were will be rotting underground.
I very much think that it is the denial of death that allows the living to go on. However those with no true fear of death don't need that denial. It is a fucking pity that there are some out there don't really know thier own beauty and worth that is wrapped up there in thier mortality. Made to feel low by society and others, beaten down by those who like to make them feel like shit undo the end of thier lives.
When will the reaper come? Maybe on your trip to the supermarket. Maybe during a freak accident at work. Maybe the cigarette ignites everything while you sleep and as you breathe in the fumes you find that you never awaken. Be that as it may, and don't be swayed by Denial, Cancer, Aids, autowreck....The reaper will come, no one lives forever............L8er.........AJ