One who fears, lives not.
                                                   Better be a bit crazy, than just a bit smart.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Memento mori.

Every orgasm is like a small death, she said. What do you associate an orgasm with, what color? Red and black, she says. Not because of death, I ain't afraid of the death. Well, neither am I. Like everything has its ending, it wouldn't be good if we lasted forever.

Why don't we die when we are completely happy, embraced, during an orgasm, united, when we need nothing else in the whole world? Wouldn't it be more complete to die when you miss nothing more, need nothing more, nothing else bothers you, you get completely fulfilled... or, you get to die in suffering, missing thousands of stupid shits?

Memento mori.

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