writing about death in the first person

and on the surface this seems off topic, but I see you are actually both cleverly discussing the sacred circle of death and rebirth
S

 

indeed. and what is ugly? what is beautiful?

 

and do things really end, I see you carefully planned this when responding in your last two posts (snigger)
S

 

you know me so well. does the continuing life of a frivolous conversation kill a thread, or help it limp along indefinitely?

 

hell, okay, anyway. i have a tendency to get pretty maudlin about spiritual or emotional topics. writing out something that is to me very simple when i see it in my head has a tendency to turn very romance novel in it's triteness. it the reason why i stick to flippant topics. however, sam, i think you've got that dry style that would allow you to come at such a topic from a very grounded perspective.

 

if I get in the right mood I'll give it a go, maybe you can help me plan it or something?
S

 

THAT i can do.

 

Death is a heavy topic, so I thought I'd try and lighten things up a little. The photo of the fellow with advanced cancer (I think) was found on rotten.com. I do think I'd find it hard to cope if I were in his place.

MamaKCita's picture of the tiny hunters and their prey reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode where this woman in an isolated farmhouse is attacked by miniature monsters about the same size as the squirrel hunters. In the last shot, the monsters turn out to be earthlings.

 

The people eat the buffalo.
The people die and are consumed by the soil.
The sun, rain and soil produce grass.
The buffalo eat the grass.

 

all you see is a very dark greenish greyish black cloud as the stars and imphintaions slowly die off.......until some fukken piece of shit zaps the exact spot of discourse, throwing regulation back into circulation within your chest...


..."when I look out into the crowd, I see everyone I want to kill..." :GG ALLIN.

You feel your body respond as if you were a ziplcok bag which was being vacuumed air-tight, broke-seal, and let the energy of air back in, expanding the collapsing body.

 

Say Woodrat, are you any relation to Ronald Macdonald?

 

nice that about going backwards. remind me of a short story i wrote ones about a singer and a anti drug activist.

 

Exactly.

I've used the 'I' form when I've killed off my story characters in the past. No big deal