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A nice long lie-down in the ground would be just the thing, tbh. :yawn:
essentially naked but for your own fragile psyche, then death's cold, bony hand can reach inside you and tweak your very soul.
'The grave's a fine and private place/But none I think do there embrace', as Mr Marvell so rightly put it.
took him round Sofia when he was here, on the hunt for WW2 stuff. He was a proper collector, he is listed among the top ones. Overall, met him a few times and besides loving his music and what he stood for, I don''t think I've ever met such an honest, decent and cool person. Very, very intelligent too. Oh well,he lived on his own terms for the best part of 70 years,like he said "can't complain,I've had a pretty good run".
You have to love someone who is so cool their fetishism for Nazi gear is even loveable.
Not that I claim any particular credit for this
I didn't call myself an atheist, did I?
Anyway, all the cool kids call themselves anti-theists, nowadays.
toxic by being obnoxious little know-alls who think that achieving an insight that's blindingly obvious to a half-bright child makes them intellectuals and who imagine there's some moral virtue in doing the equivalent of telling children there's no Santa Claus.
me literally jumping out of bed, with a cry of "Oh Fuuuck!" bouncing against the walls, as they stand witness to my horror. Then I usually let out a quiet helpless sigh and fall back into the bed.