The Absurdity Of Life And The Absolute Certainty Of Death

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

I was born with a burdened yoke
To heavy to carry
As it became unladen
I could glimpse beyond the mirrors and smoke
And continued to tarry

Journeyed to where the Sun never sets
Shimmered pale beyond the plain
Where the stale sweat from the toil
Covered my pain

A perspired shadow
Cast in silhouetted form
Took a moment to compose
Inspired by the lack of calm before the storm

Knew the folly in moving henceforth
Rooted in complacency
Was almost jolly at the impending dearth

But yet still I moved

Yet still I track chronologically
The wind whispering wantonly at the back continually

Took a taste
More to moist the Limbic
The Marrow makes haste
Whilst the Cerebral merely rehearses it

Yet still I am

Recognised the detachment
And
Beseechingly embraced
Despised my inevitability
As it pressed upon my face

The Stoicism loosed smitted
Yet heightened

And that’s when I knew as I drew
My last breath

The absurdity of life and the absolute certainty of death

[BubParticipant 1403]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Yet still I track chronologically

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, mo.fu.ck.er always marching forward…

Just rolling down the road

[bladeParticipant]

We all live life thinking we are immortal. But who in the fu.ck would want to live for hundreds of years .

Ready when you want me god

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[bladeParticipant]

Wonder who will be around me when i take my last breath

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[hmskl’dParticipant 6406]

life is short

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3754]

I could choke on something alone in my home and never have a chance.

We didn’t choose our entry in this world, we don’t choose our exit. Sometimes we do, though.

[Branched offParticipant 10922]

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Bub wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Yet still I track chronologically

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, mo.fu.ck.er always marching forward…

In my scenario, more crawling forward…….reluctantly.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

blade wrote:

We all live life thinking we are immortal. But who in the fu.ck would want to live for hundreds of years .
Ready when you want me god

Can you see the irony of your statement?

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

blade wrote:

Wonder who will be around me when i take my last breath[/quote

Who do you want?
See me, I desire to depart in the wildness of the Cotswolds. For f~~~s sake, just leave my corrupted carcasses for the millipedes I plead.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

hmskl’d wrote:

life is short

Good, it’s torture having a neurotic mind as potent as mine.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

SpiderHerder wrote:

I could choke on something alone in my home and never have a chance.
We didn’t choose our entry in this world, we don’t choose our exit. Sometimes we do, though.

SpiderHerder wrote:

I could choke on something alone in my home and never have a chance.
We didn’t choose our entry in this world, we don’t choose our exit. Sometimes we do, though.

When, why and how….

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Branched off wrote:

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

That shi.t’s not for me either. If I can’t take care of myself, I’d most certainly rather be dead. Sure I’m not in the best of health, but I can still get around, work for a living, clean my house, clean myself, push the grass mower around the yard………. Life is still great. If ever I were to become unable to pick myself up after I’ve fallen, I’d pray for death.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Branched off wrote:

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

That shi.t’s not for me either. If I can’t take care of myself, I’d most certainly rather be dead. Sure I’m not in the best of health, but I can still get around, work for a living, clean my house, clean myself, push the grass mower around the yard………. Life is still great. If ever I were to become unable to pick myself up after I’ve fallen, I’d pray for death.

When you get to that state, divulge your address and I will gladly fly to tumbleweed town and put you out of your misery.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Branched off wrote:

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

That shi.t’s not for me either. If I can’t take care of myself, I’d most certainly rather be dead. Sure I’m not in the best of health, but I can still get around, work for a living, clean my house, clean myself, push the grass mower around the yard………. Life is still great. If ever I were to become unable to pick myself up after I’ve fallen, I’d pray for death.

When you get to that state, divulge your address and I will gladly fly to tumbleweed town and put you out of your misery.

I doubt that yours is the last face I want to see upon my death.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Branched off wrote:

One of the only problems with cutting loose one’s bonds form women is wondering “Will anyone be there when I decline terminally and die” I am not planning to try to latch on to a woman close to the end, hoping for care. It is a problem. However to only look at the quality of the end of a life is to focus on the worst part anyway. Getting the worst bit good is probably not nearly as important as the rest, it just looks that way to our perception.

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

That shi.t’s not for me either. If I can’t take care of myself, I’d most certainly rather be dead. Sure I’m not in the best of health, but I can still get around, work for a living, clean my house, clean myself, push the grass mower around the yard………. Life is still great. If ever I were to become unable to pick myself up after I’ve fallen, I’d pray for death.

When you get to that state, divulge your address and I will gladly fly to tumbleweed town and put you out of your misery.

I doubt that yours is the last face I want to see upon my death.

But you might depart in October!
A Goose Doris Day.

[Branched offParticipant 10922]

Its one of those interesting paradoxes that a good death is much to be desired but yet one tends to avoid death will all one’s best efforts. Where does the dance with death end? None of us want to die in an old person’s home well past it. But a lot of folk do. Lets hope not we but its only hope.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

Its one of those interesting paradoxes that a good death is much to be desired but yet one tends to avoid death will all one’s best efforts. Where does the dance with death end? None of us want to die in an old person’s home well past it. But a lot of folk do. Lets hope not we but its only hope.

Is it the mind that lingers or the body? That’s the s~~~ and giggles.
Probably less then 10000days for me. Calendar countdown.

[BubParticipant 1403]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I don’t want to be sucking through a straw in an old f~~~ers home. Sitting in a moth ridden armchair with faecal matter in my y-fronts, unable to get up and wipe my own Ginger box as my bones are decalcified.

But you can have oatmeal for breakfast every day……

Just rolling down the road

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