I read this once sumwheres ' I wanna go peacefully, like grandpappy, in his sleep, not screaming like the passengers in his car' but in all hoestly id rather go.... accually know what, that dont sound so bad......
I remove my watch to write by starlight; this sparkling cloak, of inky velvet, unfurls its wings. Nubile darkness descends, slowing the rhythm of breath to a whisper, her rippling power awaits in crouching awareness. A pulsing heart, thundering drumbeats, circulates streams of incorporated life-forms through prominent veins. Phosphorescent spectral eyes, shinning ghastly like will-o-the-wisps, are her only betrayal; unless she simply closes them to amplify scent and sound. Then as a beautiful messenger, of finality, the dance begins; after arching and undulating like an ecstatic voodoo loa; the object of her attentive chase erupts in a fertile flood. *How I imagine Death; Age is so relative, let it come when it will*
In true hornball fashion, I wish to die from a sudden anurism (painless) immediately after cumming from mind-blowing sex with my wife, who also dies from a painless anurism at the exact same second after also having orgasmed at the same time as me. Death by sex has happened before, I can't remember the website that documented it though... Age, perhaps 75. I want to live long but not so long that life starts to suck from old age. Live healthy, and life will be good.
Yeah, but if you're going to die, you might as well go out with a bang, right? It's like when you get to jail: Beat up a guy when you first get there and you won't get raped in the ass. Die in great pain and you'll get props in Heaven. Of course, that would be the case if Heaven existed...
By flying my robotic body into the sun when I'm like 21434520 years old... then again just floating around in space without a space suit or oxygen supply might be an entertaining way to go...
i truly wanna die with a person (or two or three?) that i truly love and respect and communicate with well and vice versa.... laying on the sand by the ocean right after the sun has gone down after a day led by the soul... in the ocean....swimming, wading, collecting shells, talking, communicating.... and maybe some other things but prolly with only a little bit of music because the real music would be in our heads, our arms and our written words.....
ya, i would want to be tortured with every possible torture as slow as possible, say a month or so, cuz if youre gonna die anyway, might as well.
A nice afternoon watching the sun sink behind the tree's out in the woods. I'd like to slip into my final sleep awestruck by the beauty of the stars.
I'll probably die some lonely painful death, then the world will start celebrating that i'm finally gone.
And if you're lucky, they'll ass-rape you first. I am afraid of pain. I don't want to live to be 100, what's the point of that? If I have alzheimer's or a stoke or something, I don't want to be a burden or left in a nursing home to rot, either. I'll have to hire a hit man.......