Happy freakin’ Easter sp. We suffer horrible torment. We die. We freakin’ rise again. That makes Easter a damn sight better than Christmas in my humble view. More ways to die than just the physical. In Amy Winehouse’s words ‘I died a hundred times’…
Plus I’m kind of an antinatalist. This world is no place to bring someone you love let alone an innocent vulnerable child.
I’m kind of bored and awake at an unearthly hour so excuse my random ramblings.
I sing little made-up ditties to myself all day about wanting to die. But I’m a gigantic wuss when it comes to going through with the deed.
I like getting on random buses and trains and going to different places. I live in London and have a Disability Freedom Pass enabling free travel so it’s ideal really. Tis better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Maybe we could take that as a metaphor for life…with death as the arrival. It’s all about that hope…
I love sp, even though sometimes I’m scared to post here. You guys help me get by more than any other single entity, even though most of you don’t even know I exist. Hugs.
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That’s a great idea to have free travel for you. Wish they had it here ild be roaming the nation lol
Aww yeh I know how you feel I’m a wuss too. Life hurts so much, but I can’t face hurting those I love. Trapped. Hugs back to you traveller!
It’s said that Jesus defeated death on the third day. Monday. I think this weekend is symbolic. You’re going to rise again. Resurrect your fuckin’ dreams and everything that makes you GO. (I’m not religious)
It’s good to see you’re still alive and kicking, welcome back