ya i've been kicked across the curb to many times so i'm changing my outlook on death. it sucks. although so does everything else, why should it matter to add just one more thing to the list? because this is the final straw the limit, breaking point, finishing touch, deciding factor, end of the line, end of the road, end, bridge too far, coup de grâce. you catch the vibe i'm spinning? i was naive and thought hey death would be killer. there were three ways i thought i would end up settling down with: 1.i'dd get to hang with old freaks and talk about how crazy the world is and how were glad to be down here maybe even meet up with some cool poets or artists, shit like that. 2. i'd become a polterigeist and rome the land reaking havoc leaving no ass-hole not jolted into reality when he pisses his pants or sees his undies catch aflame. 3. sweet peacefull not existance i'm in limbo and its all serene and calm, like a waking dream i can do whatever and be whatever but the world and i don't collide anymore i forget about it and live in my wonderfull reality. there was a fourth to that i'm gone forever in a coffin to rot i thought even that was better than whatever this is called; life. i was depressingly wrong, it just gets lamer and lamer. right now im stuck in an elivator with a reaper (apparently there's more than one) see there's no stairway we get an idiotic old dingy ellivator that smells like rotting eggplant mixed with oil. death is lame and so is lame. so is ellivator music, i wish i still had that pistol i used before to shoot fred the reaper and his lil reaper kids and his boss el diablo or better known as frank and the fucking speakers in this ellivator. see if i entered hell by shooting up the place that would be counted as deathly arrival, more ironic than one.