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are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
inverted necrophilia of receiving an ***** donation
are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.
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Apr 12, 2018
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