How things die

How things die
I really don't know and it really does matter how many ways, or how strange way there are. Because this is just me trying to imply an idea to a person, and I hope she gets it.
Sometimes it takes something different than a 7

What's a bad ending

What's a bad ending

( this does not concern movies, or books or shows)
" if you do that! It's going to end bad!!"
An all too familiar sentence to hear if you are someone's subordinate. It usually a warning to keep you from doing something life threatening, which is bad(?)
But death is something so natural... And I remember being told that natural stuff is good. So I face a paradox, death is bad and good, but it can be both.
So what I figure is death is good, very good in fact, but the pain that comes with it is not.
And no matter how you die there's always pain may it be on self or on others, but there's always pain... So in all nature of death and pain, we forget rip and remind ourselves of the ripper because otherwise death would be too much of a temptation.

With empty thoughts of rage and anger

With empty thoughts of rage and anger

A saint Bernard in the middle of the white wild, wearing a collar with bourbon, a heating drink for the frozen heart of man. Is now dead... Because I so want him to be.
Suicide isn't painless, but it is easy... To escape it I kill an imaginary beast somewhere else in the world. It's not sad, nor it is depressing... It is just how it is, immoral

In a coffee shop

In a coffee shop
There are something like 3 computers connected to the wifi Internet two of them are working with some breaks to watch some YouTube video, but there's one in the middle of the room on google for several minutes without typing anything.
The owner of this third pc is on the phone, and it seams like someone isn't giving her the best news in the world. She's a beauty, holding her phone with right hand while the left supports her forehead and plays with her dark brown hair, she sips her cold coffee now and then with her hot red lips… finally she turns of her phone and bang the table in rage.
Everyone at the coffee spot turns to see what happened, she blotches and apologizes. When everyone turns away she turns back to the computer, and starts typing something on it. She looks around the room and stares right at me, I look away. It wasn't or at least it didn't seem a start for something romantic, my impression was that she didn't want to be looked at, it seams fair...
It took another minute before I stared back at her, being able to decipher what was she searching for on the www, "Suicide"!
I think she sensed that I was looking at her and shouted across the room. "what the fuck are you looking at, weirdo?" crossing the room to the table I was sitting at " don't you have better things to do than stalking me?!"
I was quite astonished with the all-on-your-face approach letting out only a trembled "I-I-I'm S-S-Sorry"
She puffed "You're all the same!!! How annoying!"
After gathering myself " I'm very sorry, it was not my intention to distress you, may I offer you something as an apology?"
"No, but thank you, I'm also sorry for my behavior." and she went back to her sit, put her things away, she was gone...
There was no reunion afterwards and I never heard or seen her again. Let's say life went on...

You're on fire

Today's a very special day, for it is little Frank's birthday. Frank was once a small boy, wishing upon 9 little candles on top of a little donut, he's very happy, "it's my birthday today! And I'll get a lot of presents, like my friends on their birthday's".
Unfortunately for little Frank, his family didn't have the money to buy all the presents he wished for, for the last two weeks. Frank's mother brought him the only present they had for him, it was stapes on a very shinny paper with lots of forms and colors, frank ripped it straight up... It was an photography album with pictures from everywhere in the world. "A book? I didn't ask for a book, where's my video games? Where are my sneaker? Mother? Did I behave badly this year?" and as he turned to his mother she broke in tears... Sad for not being able to give her son what he wanted and deserved, he was an angel.
Seeing Mother crying Frank tried console her " mother please don't cry, I love this book, it's what I really wanted" he opened the the album and saw all the amazing pictures, "waw, mother! This is amazing look at this, isn't this beautiful, thank you mother!" he would say while flipping through the pages "This is the best!" he finally stopped on a picture of the venetian carnival where a fire breather shoot the flames to the nights sky he turned to his mother and showed the picture "Mother? Is this person a dragon?"
Still cleaning up her face from the last tears she replies "yes, his a kind hearted man, whose heart is so warm that he can breath fire."
" will I be able to do it too?"
"Maybe one day"
And from that night since franks been dreaming of the day he would breath fire into the night, amazing the feverishingly amazed crowd.
But one day when he was practicing he left the gas on... Cabooom! No more frank but it was a great fire-work

There's a little street in a big city that smells like a small town.

There's a little street in a big city that smells like a small town.
"It's Barcelona..." said someone
"For God's sake Zé, give everyone else a chance to at least try to get something wrong..." someone lecturing Zé.
"...Amen" said the priest walking by, "And you, my son what sin do you wish to redeem yourself from?"
"Can I ask God to give me another chance of never meeting you, father?" the tavern man joked
"ho! Ho! Very well my son, then I would like the menu of the day and a glass of wine, please."
" will you pay this time father or should it be one more of my redeeming donations to the church?"
"What you give to others, you will be giving to me. Those are the words of our savior Jesus"
"Sure he did, but he also said to Cesar what's of Cesar"
Both laugh...
I walk into a winery and ask for some gum.
"welcome! Long time no see, how have you been?"
"fine, thanks, how's business" I pay my new addiction "I still remember coming here every day after school to by one more pack of gum, but today I don't even have enough time to scratch my behind, too much work. Well thanks and nice to see you...bye"
And I never went back there since

Sometimes it's mental other times it's a mentality issue

To all...
I am very sorry to admit that, although I'm 1.89 meters tall, I have in fact a small penis.
Now that I've got this micro-mentalitispicha problem out of the way, I'm going to rest feeling a bit better about myself.
And if it works out, I'll may admit to be a little tiny bitsy gay by the end of the month

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Love as a theme

If it is as they say, that love is the ultimate feeling in life, I'm one cursed soul. For I lost all emotions the day I last saw you; I still remember selling all of them to the devil, just to see you one more time.
I'm blind
Def
Touchless
Tasteless
Speechless
Amazing grace! I now see how naive actions were mine, as I realize that a vision of you although fair to the trade, does not compare to what we could be...
I don't know if I truly love you,
But If only you do, it makes everything worth it.

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Physically breaking hearts

Physically breaking hearts

I've heard stories about broken hearts, but never actually seen such a thing, so this is how I imagine it...
"After sowing the dragon and climbing the 3000000000000 steps to the tower he meet the most beautiful princess , who was then lying on the bed after fainting when she tough the worse would happen to her shining armor. He runs up to her, and is amazed by how the books and tales were wrong, for her beauty is much greater, than what simple ink described to be... She awakes, and both ster into each other's eyes and embrace in a passionate kiss, so passionate the wall crumbled and a sethere of light explandes freeing the world of all evill.
The prince puts a hand to her waist and the other to her shoulder, as she puts her right hand around his neck and the left feeling his muscular chest, and in a zap she puts her hand into his body spilling blood and gore, breking his ribb cage and grabing the pumping heart, and squiching it to it's breaking point..." and crack! there you have a broken heart.
It is highly improbable that the prince survived that... So to those "claiming" to have a broken heart I say.
CONGRATS you are now a fully functional undead.

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