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Hello are you wondering why i’ve not written so much?
That’s not been true, I’ve been writing some stuff down for my memoirs. It’s a psychological drama, let’s call it that. A creeping horror.
Actually it reminds me of that quote, you know, by Clive Barker: “Welcome to the worst nightmare of all: Reality“ or something. I was never much of a Pinhead fan. Never. And it’s an exaggeration but it’s not like there’s no truth to it.
I will put it, the memoirs, with my will, so when I will die my child might decide what to do with it, it will be a big hit, I know this. But it might be better buried with me.
It’s one of the most relatable books I have ever read, hehe
And I have grown up, I do no longer wish to be buried in a sarcophagus with a gold coin on my tongue.
I do no longer wish that “The Great Below” by N I И to be played, even though it’s a good song that one. It’s too inappropriate for such a somber occasion.
I am now reaching for the light I want butterflies and I want glitter maybe, something which symbolises hope! Ducks! And fighting spirit, I would like to muddle through no matter what, to persevere.
But OK: that too has a hollow ring to it on a funeral.
Maybe a hope of the afterlife, then? Or a reminder that life goes on for the rest.
Some hearts I want hearts there somehow, there are so many which I love so much I love them dearly even though I am a man and expressing this is something of a stigma, but I have always walked to the beat of my own drum, head held high even though there’s a hunch I know I will one day become a hunchback.
It’s the burden of the cross I bear. We all have our crosses to bear.
I do not even want to be buried in a coffin, it’s my worst fear! I’d rather be scattered to the wind!
Or better yet: made into bio fuel
Like a modern dinosaur.