Signs of Stagnation

The first step to stagnation: You smell.
Secondly, you have small flies hovering around you buzzing their tiny wings and asking for a molecule from the nurtured maggots on your body.

Tragic Endings:

Does an impending death make you detached from the jurisdiction of a community? Or do you create a community of your own – of people who have known death? I have never known what death means. I guess it is traumatic. I have never lost somebody I have been emotionally attached to. I have never been in a near fatal situation. Then I learn about people and their brush with death. People, whose fathers died as they were growing up, friends who in the past have been paralyzed – almost dead, friends’ family living on life saving drugs – blood thinners, insulin.

And then there is another bunch - the thin string of attachment to their self is what delivers them from the embarrassment of choice. But the irony is to be taken lightly after being ‘almost dead’ as is the case with most attempted suicides. Yeah, the tag of ‘attempted’ is shit. I have known people who have faced near deaths, but did not inherit the enduring sadness and tragedy. What a wasted death experience.

It is somewhat discomforting don’t you think so – to have never cradled on death. Not avant-garde, enough. Whenever I have had a stomach ache from the spice adventure I would indulge in, I’d pray – it better not be a few pebbles at the bottom of my appendix. If it is something, it better be lethal. I mean, sexily lethal. By sexy I mean, tragic. I mean who would want to die with a bull horn inside his ass?

I was also wondering what a partition would do after all to a human psyche. Oh! Did I change the topic? Yes, I thought the last sentence of the ‘dead’ paragraph was killer. Funny yet bitter. I can’t stop laughing. It is like Homer Simpson on medical marijuana!