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South Australian Mark Auricht, 37, died from high altitude exposure on the Tibetan north face of Everest at an altitude of 8000m, a Foreign Affairs department spokeswoman said. He was close to the summit of the 8800m mountain. Mr Auricht's climbing partner Duncan Chessell reached the summit of the world's highest mountain on Wednesday - the first South Australian to do so." I read this and thought "what a way to go, doing something brave and daring". So how do you want to escape gravity, slip from the moral coil, cark it, kick the bucket, sign off on that final invoice from the big boss, flit off to the big chocolate shop in the sky, die? |
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having said this, i'll probably die in some stupid, horrid & meaningless way, just like damn near everyone else. let's just pray to (insert deity of your choice here) that it's not from alzheimer's. i'd really like to keep my mental faculties as a consolation prize when i'm old. |
but it appears promising. i'm not going to die. that is one thing i am certain cannot be proved otherwise. not to me, anyway. i wake up in the morning and i raise my weary head i've got an old coat for a pillow and the earth was last night's bed i don't know where i'm going only god knows where i've been i'm a devil on the run a six gun lover a candle in the wind when you're brought into this world they say you're born in sin well at least they gave me something i didn't have to steal or have to win. well they tell me that i'm wanted yeah, i'm a wanted man i'm a colt in your stable i'm what cain was to abel mister catch me if you can i'm going down in a blaze of glory take me now but know the truth i'm going down in a blaze of glory lord i never drew first but i drew first blood i'm no one's son. |
I want to die in my sleep when I'm 80. Climb into bed, pull the covers up, close my eyes, drift off to sleep, and never wake up. |
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I have a rather irrational fear of old people, and so I know I don't want to become one. I'm with Cat... Blaze of Glory |
i've never been useful, but that doesn't seem like a reason to die. but i have an idea that i am going to die in bed somewhere between now and june 11. |
"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we have no money for butter. And I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick flowers in other people's gardens, And learn to spit. You can wear terrible suits and grow fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickles for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry, And pay our rent and not swear in the street, And set a good example for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised, When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!" |
i think i'm going to start dropping acid again when i'm old. maybe my grandkids will be able to hook me up. i'll say things like "and make sure it's clean. you don't want the weight of this ol' geezer heart going out on the shoulders of your soul for the rest of your lives." and "goddamnit, i maybe senile but i know the difference between blotter acid and little squares of toiletpaper!" |
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Now we have people saying that she is suing Walmart....because she feels that she was overcharged. HeeHee |
i'm endlessly fascinated with altitudes and views. i can look out a plane window for hours. in fact, i have serious resentment for in-flight movies because i figure for that kind of money, it shouldn't be an extra cost but mostly because i have to close the fucking windowshade. another alternate would be to go up in a hot air balloon. there are "tours" (go up, go down. is that a tour?) that you can go on north of seattle. so, i'd just go up and hop out. |
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With my luck, (or at least this is what people keep telling me) is that I'll die in some horribly accidental way. Nothing that would warrant me being inducted into the Darwin awards but something completely accidental and impossible. Like some stray meteor or something will come shooting through my roof one day miss the cat, miss the dog, and hit nothing but me. Or happen to somehow be caught in between to semi's colliding. Note however that this is how OTHER people predict my death. Personally, I'm with Nate on this one, I'm not going to die. |
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I asked him to send my body back to Oregon,have it wrapped in muslin,and placed in a tree for the birds to carry me away,Native American style.I thought everyone understood my last wishes,untill I overheard my s/o telling my spawn: "Thats just what she thinks is gonna happen.I'm just gonna wrap her in toilet paper,toss her carcass up in an old chicken tree[scrub/weed tree],and let Buster[my favorite parrot]have at her." Somehow,I think the romance has gone out of our relationship. |
i appreciate your longing for views dave. i think as humans we constantly need to place ourselves. When they made the subways 100 years ago, at first they didnt put any windows in them... its a dark tunnel, whats to see, but realized, even thought its a dark, humans still like to be able to look out. A friend in NYC is itching to move because he can rarely get above the tree or bldg line there. LA is good that way, its a city, but there are so many vistas and views. |
have you not gotten that tape, yet? i probably mistakenly addressed it to greenland and right now there's a bunch of eskimoes bopping to "better git it in you soul". i've heard that poem cat posted somewhere before. i wanna say that nelly had posted it somewhere a long time ago. i could be completely wrong. |
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I really really want Leonard Cohen's "The Energy of Slaves" but it's out of print. Thank God I posted lots of his poems here. I wonder where I put them.... I bought Bukowski's "Love Is a Dog in Heat" last night, hoping my mystery poem was in it. It wasn't. But Cat's poem was, along with a nice poem called something like "the quiet clean girls in gingham dresses." I've read all the poems. I'm going to return it tonight in exchange for Leonard Cohen's novel "Beautiful Losers," which is still in print. Leonard Cohen is mad sexy. |
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The Catholics and Christians would not tell Oswald he's going to hell. *Some* would. But they would be judging him, and they're not supposed to judge, so you can ignore them. Haven't we had this discussion before? You try to be as good as you can. Effort counts. No one knows who is going to hell. It's not for us to think about. We just have to work on loving as much as we can. Old friend, you are a mess by every measure except the ladder of love. The ladder of love is the only measure that counts. |
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oswald, (these are my opinions) jesus said that we are all god. and god is all encompassing. so you and the Universe are one and the same. know yourself first. remove what you've been told. your soul knows the truth. people rarely listen to their own souls. the key is not to harm yourself. the only evil is the evil of harming yourself. recall that you are the Universe. i am the Universe, too. so you and i, we are the same. so if you harm me, you harm yourself. this is true for anyone, because we are all the Universe. we are all the same. loving another person is loving yourself. it doesn't matter if that person is the same gender. i'm sure jesus would agree. |
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God is love. If love is present, God is present. The more love, the more God. Remember that, after free will, your own conscience is the greatest gift God has given you. If you truly believe in your conscience that you love Dorian in a good, healthy, respectful way, then that's what matters. On the other hand, sins are things that cut you off from God. So, if you're in doubt whether or not something is a sin, you look at how it affects your relationship with God. Can you still pray, or are you ashamed to be before God? That's a sign that your conscience isn't happy with what you're doing. Dante said that you have to choose to go to hell. It's an active choice. Kahlil Gibran said that fear of the devil is one way of doubting God. Don't doubt God. He's wonderful, and He loves you more than you will ever know. That goes for all of you. You, too, dave. |
i question this test, simply because shame seems based on conditioning. but that's just me. i had to dissolve the shame of not going to church from my life before i could believe in god again. |
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I would cry if any one of you died. So you better not let that happen. Because I sometimes travel to possibly hazardous places, though I'm more likely to keel over from eating rotten food than from a bullet, I have a "death list". If I died, the company I work would contact the people on the list and offer to fly them over to wherever I died so they could make arrangements or whatever. I have a sorabjite on that list. |
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also, the "i am the universe and the universe is me" line is fine and dandy until my universe bumps into your universe because at that point i become as finite as you and the whole thing becomes irrelevant. |
for the love of christ (you've never known), take more narcotics. Your statements have the weight of bricks. |
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99% of everything is attitude. be careful with yourself. |
but go ahead and keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. |
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i'm always the last one to know. |
The young priest asks the older priest if he believes in the existance Hell. The older priest answers "Absolutly. But, if you asked me if I believed our god would ever send a soul there I would say never". Or something to that effect. |
Besides, if I did die all of you would cease to exist. Since this world is only the figment of my warped mind. And, I'd like to keep you all around for a while longer. Most of you anyway. |