I am afraid of unfinished business. Promises to keep. People to see after. I'm not afraid of eternal damnation. What kind of prick would sentence me to that? The kind I tell fuck off.
A being knows my thoughts, sees my actions, and wants to torture me forever because I don't take a knee for what makes no sense and has no presence? Fuck that and the sad donkey it road in on.
When I die, I want to lie on a bed of dry cedar soaked in cottonseed oil that fills my Olde Towne. My kids will shove the boat adrift from our house and take turns shooting flaming arrows at it. They will miss and miss until they hop on the pontoon boat and ride out with a torch. That's a bad idea and they will set themselves on fire, which is why I'm afraid of dying.
A being knows my thoughts, sees my actions, and wants to torture me forever because I don't take a knee for what makes no sense and has no presence? Fuck that and the sad donkey it road in on.
When I die, I want to lie on a bed of dry cedar soaked in cottonseed oil that fills my Olde Towne. My kids will shove the boat adrift from our house and take turns shooting flaming arrows at it. They will miss and miss until they hop on the pontoon boat and ride out with a torch. That's a bad idea and they will set themselves on fire, which is why I'm afraid of dying.