You should listen.
(or a judge?)
Or an Old testament god …
Death is an open club, nothing exclusive about it,no doorman, no cover charge,, no groups ..
Just a conveyor belt shuffling you towards the door..
And you look around,
And you see other people..and they…they act like that’s NOT what’s going on..
During your short time, you build all these smaller clubs, and they travel on the conveyor belt with you.
And you grab stuff, you dig your fingernails into the world you’re passing through, and you hold onto it ..
And you clench it against your chest..
But there’s a door πͺ
And only one person can go through it.
Each one is made for one.. Single.. Person..
(wink at it? π)
Why not? Right?
Why the fuck not?