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Death Diary (Entry 50)
You’ll have to forgive the brevity of this entry, as I am still very busy. The cold and flu season may be over with, but that doesn’t mean I can slow down. I wanted to write this entry because I heard a very interesting quote not too long ago from a very popular movie you humans enjoy. It went “…A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague…” This was a quote from the Matrix that I heard…and to be quite honest with you I heard this and I busted out laughing. It takes quite a bit to make me laugh, and that…that was just hilarious. Humanity is a disease, is it? Right…let’s talk about what humanity is for a moment, shall we?
I’ve watched humanity from near the beginning of mankind all the way to now. There have been moments where my faith in humanity was shaken to a point that I too believed it might be best to destroy them. I have that capability…I could have done it
the girl - isome days the girl does not know where she starts and where she ends. her being seems to be
stretched out between too many variables. her mind clinging to the sensation of a child's wish;
stretching out her arms so that they may be long enough to grasp a piece of the sky and hold
a sense of wonder in her hands.
Soul dissects old body.His soul takes the pearly scalpel to the grey cold he was, laid out on the marble table.
First, the skin. Touched by 1503 different people, kissed by thirteen. It is bloodless, and opens like a
Second, the lungs. Has the tint of air from eighty different countries, and twelve types of tobacco.
Third, the heart. Broken by five, fixed by one. Would have lasted ten more years without the smoking.
Fourth, the intestines. The villi had touched 800’000 types of cuisine. 25’000 drinks. 125 types of wine.
Fifth, the stomach. Handled thirty different horror movies.
Sixth, the kidney. One missing, instead in his wife’s body. One left is shriveled like a weary conker in a fetal position.
The soul nods to the angel nearby, and the body turns to grass. A tree sprouts from the life inside the silent veins.
Genesis, Remastered“People are awfully two-dimensional these days,” said Eve, lounging on the couch. Her husband, perched next to her, grunted. He was absorbed in his iPad. “Adam?”
“You’re so passive.”
Eve sighed, regarding her husband’s skeletal form. “I’ll take the rubbish out.” She rose, leaving a large indent. The kitchen was a foul assortment of littered table tops and half-eaten take-aways, neglected by Adam and devoured by Eve. Hoisting the rubbish bag – full to bursting – over her shoulder, Eve trundled into the front garden and dumped it on the side of the street to fester.
Hands on her hips, she was about to turn away when a black cat hurtled across her path and dug sharp claws into the rubbish bag. It pulled its paws apart and week-old food spilled across the pavement. Eve sprang back and, losing her balance, and fell to the ground. The moon smiled down at her and she blinked, not botherin
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
the girl - ii"will you stay this time", the girl can be catched whispering every once in a while,
when that foreign friend called "luck" comes calling. he is fickle like the first
spring breeze. still cold and swift, but with that promise of warmth we all seek.
he does not visit her often; or so it sometimes seems to the girl with day-dream
eyes. but despite it all, she keeps clinging to that one hope: that one day luck
will be here to stay.
Talking It OutI don't know what to do. I'm losing my mind over all of this...
Have you considered talking to someone?
I'm talking to you, aren't I?
I meant someone that isn't a figment of your imagination.
You're real to me. And why would I do that?
Because the purpose of therapy is to help people.
I don't need help, I just need to think everything through and figure it all out.
You can't maintain a relationship for more than a month at a time and you have a new significant other within a week of the last relationship's end. Every relationship ends up with you and I having this same conversation.
So I'm a bit fickle, that's no big deal. And hey, all I try to do is not break any hearts.
All you do is break hearts.
At least I try not to.
You need to talk to someone!
I don't want to!
Don't give me that silent pout thing.
Look, I think I know what the problem is anyways.
Oh? And what might that be?
I'm in love with
thingswhen things go bad. its not fun. you feel out in the cold. like theres no-one to help you, rather like you're falling and cannot do anything, even worse, theres no-one to help you. no rope, no net to catch you. just helpless falling. its worse though, when you can see someone else falling away, away fron you, and you cannot help them. you cant put out a net. its either not possible or you just have to leave them too it. thats the worst. i hate leaving people to fall to their death. and all you can do is watch. just watch them fall, away, away.
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