Cremate Me

I would rather die than be buried.

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You Talk Too Much

My older sister was a freshman at UCI in the fall of 1992. My parents wanted her to experience life in a university dormitory and avoid a one hour commute. The rest of us frequently visited her on weekends. On one such occasion, she was in tears. I listened as she told our mother about a student named Mickey. He was a nice guy who also lived in her dormitory. Mickey always had his left hand in the corresponding pocket of his pants. She had just asked him why this was so in front of a group of students in a lounge. He removed his hand from his pocket and showed everyone that it was deformed. You Talk Too Much (1985), by Run-D.M.C., is a song that most of us should hear on a regular basis. It reminds us of how dangerous the mouth can be. Sometimes we need to tell ourselves to be quiet. Sometimes we need to tell ourselves to shut up.

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Robots

The only way for life to be fair would be for us to lose free will.

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Who Goes To A Wake?

Pretty much family, friends, and whoever wants to see your dead body.

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Laws And Order

Our laws must pertain to what is best for our physical selves, not our souls.

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The Common Denominator

All mental illnesses challenge one’s ability to reason.

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Let Me Clarify The Prior Post

The plant’s drug component is actually its defense. When subordinate life forms consume this plant, the ensuing mental and physical effects scare them from ever doing it again. Many people find pleasure in these effects. Subordinate life forms learn to leave the plant alone. Many people (the most intelligent life form) do not.

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How Do You Keep Worms From Eating A Meal?

Burn it.

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Do You Help Others Basically Because It Makes You Feel Good?

How selfish of you.

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Forget The Funeral

Be there for me when I’m alive–not when I’m dead.

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