No don't worry.. by then it's too late anyway.. take it slow.. nothing can be done now; it's far gone.. so just chill, because Death is not considered an emergency.... and choosing your casket is nothing to worry about, it will all be taken care of. just rot like you are supposed to do. and get absorbed into oblivion. from whence none return... and few are remembered...
the Human mind is the alter and the threshold of Gods true intentions, you don't need to go anywhere to meet it, it is already dormant within you...
Human Love is the deepest most sincere Bullshit on planet Earth... the greatest natural self-deception and bad judgment is romantic Love, it's a drug that takes two to imbibe, and the irony of it is, you are actually giving it to yourself, self-love through another, a cocktail of subtle brain chemicals you administer Directly to Yourself...
it is only much later for most, or too soon; when you realise the tremendous error of your ways... your rose coloured glasses masked the monster you chose to see, and in the cold light of day, you Pay... so either lay down and die or fuck off.. either way all your sorrow is for nix and nil, now it is self-pity that grinds the mill of the soul into dust...
surviving love is to die while still alive... and never love again as well... to slowly die of your wounds over time. bit by bit till you totally lose it.
Love is the best Defence for Murder in Cold Blood...
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