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A Random Life Remembered in Song and Dance ---- A Potential Suicide Prevented through Modern Medicine

01/21/2019 --- Somewhere in Outer Space Dear life, I give up you fuckers, you win, I quit! Seriously. Stop it!!!  --- Some random stranger screaming on the sidewalk heading in to a major department store Random flies skimming through the sky, laughing at me, worthless putz of a kindless fuck, wishing I was dead before the strike of noon, Eastern Standard Time. Misery loves company, that misery is better than the lost love who will haunt your dreams, make you wish you had emptied the bottle of whiskey in a giant gulp, sins of the father, drift into the son, transference, blame game, night time thoughts keeping him awake, is he worth the trouble to keep breathing? We sat there reading our obituaries drinking gasoline, lighting cigarettes as if we didn't care that the sky was raining down acid upon our heads, the gods angry at our misuse of words in the context of the situation. Suicide was not an option, according to Ann Landers, she told us in a letter addressed to Elv...
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OVERDOSED --- TO HOME...TO EMBRACE THE SUN.....




The sky was a purplish blue, a hole in the sky, the light pouring down upon me, as I laid there, on my back, staring up into the Heaven's grace.

"What year was it?" a voice inside my head asked.

The doctors told me the voices would diminish with each treatment but I would kind of miss them, if they ever did leave.

"2015" I replied, trying to focus on a speck of dust drifting in the wind.

"I should be alive..." the voice said, fading into the wind.

I wanted to cry but I had no tears left to give.

It was a strange day there, no sounds of children playing, no songs to be sung, just the wind, a few birds standing patiently on the tree limbs, trying to figure out life.

"Is mother still alive?" another voice asked.

"No" I replied, closing my eyes, still prone on my back.

"How did she died?"

"Stroke."

"I miss her..."

I did as well.

I felt the need every so often to call her, to tell her about my day, but she was gone, at least in body, in spirit she was there, that bird though, could be her, I guess.

"Are we alive?" the voice asked.

"I don't know..."

Peacefully there, I sunk into the earth, my arms becoming limp, my eyes, draining out from their sockets, and there, I heard my mother's voice, "Come home..." and I found myself floating away, to home, to home...
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