When your get up and go, has got up n gone... and you are too lazy to get up and run after it... when just standing up is painful, and walking is a limited distance.. you may get to the point where you are genuinely tired of living...
as everything becomes hard work and a drag, even getting out of bed to have a piss is a days work... your balance is off, and you are in the shooting gallery for the final gasp... like the Titanic, full speed ahead without a second thought, then the unexpected inconvenience of sinking to Davy Jones Underpants..
life is a pain in the ass, your better off dead anyway... when the essence of life has lost its meaning suspense or mystery, its time to Book Your Cremation, I just bought mine, Chosen the music and left a spoken message on a CD to play at the event,
at 50 You get a shock, but you still have years till you hit 60, then you hit 60, and you begin to get nervous... but at 70+ you know your number is just about up, not the lottery kind but the dying kind... Titanic time...
it's a Jackpot a full house; like after a weekend party... you got on sunday afternoon; to get rid of all those sleeping bodies, The Morons and Malefactors you think are your friends... is Life a Gas?
Worry torment fear.... keeps you awake alert and alive... WORRY KEEPS YOU FRESH.... as long as you are Activated the stimulus is working...
But when everything goes BLACK (no offence to Negroes) you are officially TITS UP.... when it's tome to Go you better get Aquiessent, because however hard a condemned Man Struggles, He will always get to the GALLOWS...
you are no different, But time is your Jailer... and no act of will can change alter or modify it.... So, seek Joy not death if you want to take another Breath...
Life is Easy... Dying is difficult....
Farewell all Absent Pals...
Ian Holmes Lewis, Robert Kerr, Daniel O'leary, Edward Argent, Andy Lyall... I could go on for a page; but you get the idea...
