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Okay, so first off, some background:
While I'm rather apprehensive about how I'm going to die (painfully/drawn out=not cool), the idea of actually being dead has never perturbed me. This is probably largely due to the fact that I believe in ghosts and an afterlife of some sort, and am rather morbidly looking forward to haunting some shit up. I know, I know, I'm weird.
But my lack of fear of death intrigues people, and I wound up talking about it with
shiremint a good deal. One of the things I pointed out, which amused her, is that loads of people have died and no one's come back to complain about it, so it can't possibly be all that bad. You really would think that if people had the power to return from the grave, and dying really, really, sucked, they'd bitch about it instead of just fretting over things that happened during their lives (which is what most ghosts seem to do) or pranking people.
Which brings me to the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam."It's a smutty book!" I looked it up online while at work because I wanted to find a mostly-memorized stanza and memorize it completely. I found it and wrote it down. Then I looked at the stanza right below it, and found this:
Strange, is it not? that of the myriad who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
How wild is that?! Omar Khayyam is my HOMEBOY! *dances*
While I'm rather apprehensive about how I'm going to die (painfully/drawn out=not cool), the idea of actually being dead has never perturbed me. This is probably largely due to the fact that I believe in ghosts and an afterlife of some sort, and am rather morbidly looking forward to haunting some shit up. I know, I know, I'm weird.
But my lack of fear of death intrigues people, and I wound up talking about it with
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Which brings me to the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
Strange, is it not? that of the myriad who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
How wild is that?! Omar Khayyam is my HOMEBOY! *dances*
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Date: 2006-02-14 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-14 12:43 am (UTC)* Hellfire and damnation excluded
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Date: 2006-02-14 04:20 am (UTC)He's a what?
He's a what?
He's a MUSic man, and he sels clarinets to the kids in the town, with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat drums...
I'll get you for this.
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Date: 2006-02-14 04:38 am (UTC)Big brass bass, big brass bass!no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 06:18 am (UTC)(grr)
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Date: 2006-02-14 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 07:18 am (UTC)and it DOESN'T help that I live in Iowa, and have been to
River CityMason City before.no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 07:16 am (UTC)Also, remember that scary thing we watched over break with the ghosts who were angry and said something about "COME WE HIGH"? They seemed rather upset about death. Geeze, that was a scary drive home. I kept expecting ghosts to show up in the road or in the passenger seat saying "WE'VE COME HIGH....FOR YOU!!!" And then I'd die in a car crash in one of those fields out there and no one would know why....eeeee.
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Date: 2006-02-14 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 09:06 am (UTC)But seriously, you should get that tori amos song.
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Date: 2006-02-14 04:47 pm (UTC)Hehe, I'll look into it. ;)