sag10 said:

So you grow into this wise, mossy mass of stringy, grey flesh - unrecognisable, crooked in both mind and body - and then you're gone - probably slowly, alone or in appalling agony. Patronised and pitied by spastic human empathy all the road toward this abysmal - unthinkable - exit of true horror. Then your 'loved ones' (a term invented by lawyers) circle and swoop over the five or six bin bags you excreted over your tangy, timeless, instantly forgtten taste of existence - full of your worthless memories, hoarded metal and dusty crap. I see no point, really, other then to keep burning so bright the darkness doesn't dare inch forward until the shell is finally shed. Positivity is a drug like any other - it just creates a candyfloss illusion to whitewash the unthinkable horror which knaws the roots of every thought, every action, every time you comb your fucking hair, everytime you cover up the stench of your rotting carcuss with neo-fascist products which as killing us all. I better stop now.