The Art of Dying: July 2016

Sunday, July 31, 2016

you can die better splattered on the side of the road...that in a billion dollar chapel...the choice is yours .

death...no skinny dipping in the lake of fire .

never underestimate the power of underestimation .

...when you die...pack your lunch .

truth is what happens to love...when you squeeze it gently .

...it is not how many survive...it is who survives...one pure lover is worth 100 , 000 ass holes .

when you begin...a year is 100 % of your life...when it ends...maybe...1 % ...and the planets keep on spinning...like really spinning things .

...it takes a sasquatch two days to decompose in the woods .

connection is life .

there is probably no hell...besides the one you are standing on .

as you lay there taking your last breath...get your mother to check the mail box for the new advanced , super deluxe pocket pussy .

i saw this kid get splattered by a cab right in front of me in SWITZERLAND .

i do not believe that st . peter will meet you at the gates of heaven...my suspicion is that he is a cook .

...so you smell burnt toast ??? is it whole wheat...or raison ???

can you dance with the maggots under the autumn moonlight ???

remember...the way out...is the way in...or not .