I am gonna die!
 

i literally cant believe it!

"Assuredly I say to you, there are some of you standing here to day who will by no means be tasting death for the eternity."

I tasted death. it was too salty for my liking.

Then you did it wrong. It is supposed to be exhilarating.

a bit like chicken i thought, or fake chicken in my case.

we're all dead inside...

Death is the only adventure we have left.

Lisa: I feel like I'm gonna die, Bart
Bart: We're all gonna die, Lis.
Lisa: I meant soon.
Bart: So did I.

yep, one day.

we've all got it coming.

I heard that I'm going to die too.

Pie!

I'm gonna miss you guys/gals/bots.

Sucks for you guys. I'm eternal.

It must be something I said.
You keep looking for something you can't get.
It must've been some kind of kiss.
You should've walked away.
You followed your hands not your head, you know you were wrong.

I love the feeling...it feels great

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Honestly, I'd feel trapped if I didn't know that I could kill myself whenever I wanted to.

YEAH.

Y' Know Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land
Death Don't Have No Mercy In This Land, In This Land
Come To Your House, You Know He Don't Take Long
Look In Bed This Morning, Children Find Your Mother Gone