yes, yes, it's very hard
to understand suicide in western
society, it comes a bit
simpler to understand in asia,
something western
society forgot:

pride + honour = suicide...

well... **** me, that must be hard
to comprehend... very, very hard...
you obiously have to
have a bunch of quacks to explain
these "primitive" concepts...
must be hard to rekindle
the ideas of pride & honour...
esp. when you're supposed
to only believe in
a "self-love" / "self-righetous"
christian inclination to
depreciate an act of
actual self-worth -
or what the asians
might call:
      the complete surrender
toward the concept of
self-will...
          
   but as western culture stresses it:
you can't be entombed within
the concept of free-will...
you have to die the robotic-death
of social-norms,
of social-expectations,
of collective morals...

       you know what, ******?
you reach the age of 70+,
then go into a care-home,
and then get *****!
and then take a slosh in your bed
and lie in your **** for days on end!
then tell me, what's immoral
about the gravity of the asian
concept of self-inflicted honour
and the depreciation of our
"fellow" human "brother / sister"...
**** your idiotic geometric
idol of the crucific!
                
     i can't believe it takes an idiot
like myself to explain to you
the asian sentiment for suicide:
see you in a place that's worse than
a graveyard...
      but **** me, i hope i never make it...
not with a bunch
of these granny-****** retards...
        
within the told stories...
        suicide? who cares about your
ethical conundrum debate?
                 considering the fate of these
old people... it's seems much more of a release
than a theologian's curse akin to dante's poem...
never mind the after-life... given the people
framed toward a mortality,
    i can hardly wish for an immortality
and ask them to also be present...
thankfuly, i die and hold nothing
but a stone as treasure,
            and say: yep: ought to be a loaf
of bread...
       god... they have to give up so much...
at least my existence is so governing &
staged miserable, that i'll gladly lie upon
the altar of death and cite what death has
to cite, upon giving me unto the aztec sun
for its setting bound sacrifice;

luna! a smooch! for the milken flesh!