death new entry poof. there it went. 010228 ... dean-bean It pales in comparison to the horrors of old age. 010402 ... moonshine Learning that free spirits are still mortal... 010406 ... dB My old partner. I see more of him these days. Every time the coughing attacks start, and the black stuff and blood comes up, he is there saying "I'm here for you. Just let go and the pain will stop." I can't stop. Not yet. There is still so much more. 010407 ... dB The final countdown. 010407 ... spinnit Death is only the beginning 010416 ... lost hopefully it will be a nice sweet ending for me. sometimes i wish sooner than later, and vice versa. 010812 ... anonymouse a constant beckening, a calling, a choice led by every headache every glance at that bottle so close too close 010812 ... bespeckled Death will wash us together, twists our skeletons tenderly together, like Esmerelda and Quasimoto. Why does it seem like only and end can bring about the beginning we are destined for? Why does it seem impossible? 021215 ... Black Argonaut the last of the four horseman 030221 ... hashibosokarasu And i looked and saw a pale rider upon a pale horse, his name was death and hell followed with him 030221 ... project2501 nothing dies, it is reborn. 030425 ... Q the terminator of delights and separator of companions 040330 ... pilgrim I don't want to Die in my sleep. Unaware! I wish to savor the Experience, That Moment of Truth! The Common Denomonator of all Mortals. And If Alas! It is All Just Darkness and Oblivion, So Be It! That time Before My Birth Was Also Thus. C'est La Vie! C'est La Morte! Just another Sensation In This Dream We call Life. 040331 ... crOwl everyone needs to see a corpse before it makes it to the coffin at least once in their life. 040331 ... Fido Death said to me, "I'm in that poptart And that beer In that decaf mocha And in that deer. I'm everything, Even here. And I replied, undismayed, "That obvious. You stole my creme brulet." 040331 ... lotuseater bye kitty 040331 ... raze i think what frightens me about death is not so much the process itself, but what comes after. not knowing where i would go, or if there even really is anywhere to go at all. some people are comforted by the idea of a great big black nothing that follows death, with no awareness that you ever were. that scares the hell out of me. if this is all we have, i need to find a way to manipulate time and slow it to a crawl, so i can wring every last bit of life out of life. maybe what i'm really afraid of is not having enough time. the slow death of possibility. 130407 ... nr i was in this jazz group for a couple of months this fall, and left the group at the end of december when i left the country again. i found out via a facebook post from one of the guitarists' (who left around the same time i did) girlfriend that he passed away two days ago. i don't know what happened yet, but what the fuck. not a great start, 2016. 160104 ... epitome of incomprehensibility NR, I'm sorry to hear that. Yesterday I was thinking about my old teacher who was also my high school principal (of the bizarre little Christian school, not the downtown artsy one) and then I realized with a shock that she was dead. My mind as well as my (metaphorical) heart doesn't want her to be dead, because she's still very alive, good at math, and frustratingly fundamentalist in my memories. She died three years ago of cancer just after she retired. 160104 ... nr thanks, e_o_i. it turns out he died of a brain aneurysm. it's just so beyond understanding to have someone around one day and have them be gone the next. 160105 ... kerry is the only thing we all have in common. i don't know if anyone else finds this comforting. 231006 ... ancasa.reyn possibly my first encounter with human death outside of what I saw on the news night after night was on a field trip —for want of a better word— while in elementary school a classmate's father had died i never knew him never met him or so i recall but our class walked several blocks to his home my classmate's home where he lay in state in the living room and the whole time i was there i waited for him to sit up 251206 ... nr someone died. someone whose behaviour in the workplace caused me ptsd. i was surprised when i found out. i hadn't wished this on him; just having him out of my life was enough. but i didn't feel much sadness. what do we do when we lose these types of people? it makes me think of that jennette mccurdy book, "i'm glad my mom died." i guess i'm ambivalent-but-still-feel-some-type-of-way he died. 260711 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Memorial_service for a writer and former prof. The second unexpected_loss of fellow arty-group-members these past twelve months. Less so than the first, since he was older, but still unexpectedly timed. (Expected_loss general, unexpected_loss particular, maybe.) Anyway, I didn't know him as well as some of the other people there. He was kind of soft-spoken and modest, so it was only hearing everyone talk that gave me an idea of how helpful he was. Sure, they'll focus on the dead person's nice side at a funeral-type thing, even one with the formality level lowered, but still. He seemed like a kind as well as talented person, volunteering with things from nuclear disarmament protests to tennis matches. And what I witnessed, giving both suggestions and encouraging comments on writing. ... I can only recall one person whose death I felt really glad hearing about, and it wasn't someone I met myself. His daughter was telling me how he treated her horribly. When she told me, in the course of this story, that he died of a heart attack when she was still a kid, I thought, "Good!! Serves him right." But I didn't say that out loud. She still had complicated feelings. 260712 ... e_o_i Ah, I can be e_o_i; I was in this graveyard before. 260712 what's it to you? who go blather from