Now this was something that i posted up on the reply section of my "see the evil, speak the evil. speak the evil. so thank god for copy and paste.
" WARNING, THIS NOT NOT FOR THE WEAK STOMACH!!!!. IF YOU DONT LIKE CRIMES SCENES WITH DEAD BODIES BEING DESCRIBED TO YOU...RUN!!!!!, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, RUUUNNN!!!"...........thank you from telus
what can we learn from death?. It's there we fear it, we love it, we hate it and we worship it. But have we learned anything from it's art. when it takes someone, it leaves behinde a picture, the picture of the "scene". What can we learn?. I was on rotten looking for some ideas, and i came across this picture. It was a crossdresser, who killed himself by placing a bag over his head and died. But what i found extreamly intresting was what he had done before he killed himself. The room was spotless, even the pillows on the couch that he killed himself on were placed in a cookie cut fashion, he turned the t.v on for some last comfort from the outside world, he was reading a magazine, mabye to get his mind off the pain for another moment and his purse was opened, with make up tissues. When the actual picture was taken, theres was a commercial going on the t.v, advertising prigle chips. The irony with that is completly and utterly over powering. But one thing that will never be know is,why?. Or should we even pay attention to it?, maybye deaths art is too powerful for some, maybye it's too morbid or maybye it's not worth their time. I'm going to say it, the picture with the dead crossdresser, is beautifull. It's nothing but death, nothing but the scum of the world, nothing but commercials that run over,and,over again. But with death as the center of attention, thats what makes it beautiful. Death will come for all of us, in 100 years,we will allbe dead. not the world in general, but us. we will be the next picture that death takes, and carry's around for us.
i will admit that this is a very morbid peice of work, but then again if you get your ideas from www.rotten.com. It's bound to be morbid. But along with being morbid, it's also very true. Our death is nothing but a picture, one that we will never see, or maybye when we die we get too see what it looks like. Maybye we get to see our very own funeral (i hope they get the right music). Or maybye thats all far from the truth. Maybye nthing happends. maybye, when the lights go out, there out for good. Or maybye we good to another part of the world, with a new familly, and new way of life. BUt with the friends and familly's that we have seen once in our life, but only remember as "kindred spirts" (holy crap my obseesion with death is something, i can't determin wether it's good or not....but i love it anyways!). The art of death happens everyday, not to us diectly, but too others in the world. So as i end my rant about the art of death, i will say one more thing.
" It is time we meet in another place"-"reverend" Jim Jones, although some say nothings happens, stuff does, and it follows us around for as long as we want to live for.