nearly_endless h|s|g woke_up_laughing way back in 2003 I've died so many times in my dreamz, n ightmares from 5_23 In one week i saw myself die in a dream only_to_wake_up_in_another. Then the dreams became closer together, consecutive_deaths until I maintained attention from o ne igh unboring dream to the n [{ex.(I)t}] became a string of being frightened for my life, dying, watching_myself_die and watching myself wake up into another dream. And then I got it: death_is_a_joke +h i s how i woke up laughing. one_way_or_another it appears to be there to trick_us_into_life _. death that is ._ No one would choose to live if they knew the pain involved and weren't already stuck with the burden_of_fearing_death But at some point, after fearing having to put out effort, that it's somehow not worth it, the reluctance disappears and with it the fear and belief in death. Of this i_am certain: so long as we reluct to try, to work, to play, to live, to make an effort even for no_return we will trick ourselves into believing in death. It is equally impossible to be completely free of laziness and still believe in said fairytale. 110912 ... h|s|g fearytale 110920 ... h|s|g ferry_trail a_wake 110920 what's it to you? who go blather from