If you are afraid of a lingering death I have just found an answer!
Do more dangerous things like these below Fly your own plane or just fly on any plane every week Go swimming in places where there are dangerous currents in the sea [This is often where a large river joins the sea such as The Wash,UK] Drive a car before you take lessons.Go alone but the risk to others is unfair. Just travel a lot in any way Mix with angr, drunken people every night Find a new partner with a very bad temper who likes cooking,Make sure there are lots of knives in the kitchen.Keep going in asking how soon dinner will be ready or where are your clean underpants
The main problem is whether others will be injured. Wait till you feel unwell then walk along a cliff top Keep lots of animals and let them over-run your house Snakes are one possibility
It seems odd to risk your life like this but it’s really saving you from years in a hospital bed wearing a gown with a slit back and a candelebra in your hand or is it a primula? And who wants that? Also this risky behaviour is a way of retaining control over your life and death That is the paradox
Please choose a gentle piece of music for your ringtone [But nothing from Wagner any way] We all have insomnia.Just work through it We regret live sex is not allowed but you can dream Mobile groans will be ignored Please do not shock us by rising from the bed Please sit down on your chair and not the consultant’s knee. Kindly do not tell the doctor he is stupid.He knows already. The doctor is only a pest when exhausted Kindly pretend to listen to the Consultant on his round Kindly do not eat cream buns or meringues in front of the Consultant.He is on a diet. Kindly avoid catching any bugs belonging to or emanating from this hospital and vice versa Please do not swallow your Kindle Fire before lights out.Buy a bigger one next time Keep yourself clean.Take a bed by the open window during a storm. Kindly avoid dying when we are busy.You can if you think you can Kindly do not write verse on your sheets unless in water soluble ink Kindly recover before Friday as we are shutting for the weekend Kindly write poetry on paper and not on your arms and legs. Kindly do not copy these rules down.They are our secret. Kindly keep all you hear secret especially from visitors Please do not breathe out bad breath We will take you for a scan in Rymans if you pay. Bribes are forbidden, but we take them anyway We love all religions,but don’t argue in here.Go outside and fight if you must. Don’t convert us while ill Be holier than thou Confession is available of Saturdays 5-8 pm if you can walk and talk Where is God?
I am this, the cobble stones Hot tar between the wails and groans Some stones are flat,our stones were round Snap entry to the Underground I am the pools in pavement holes In winter frost you crack my bones On my surface, children prance I am the stage,I am the dance I see you and you see me As your peek with bended knee I am the bricks that built your house I am the mousehole and the mouse Here comes Ginger, the big cat He caught a chicken and a rat Here the coal shed, here the lav That is what our houses had Cold it is if menstrual pain Comes on in the night again Colder still to lose your child To the sewers wizened smile I am the earth on which we grew I am the mystery,I the clue Stand on me,I am your strength I the bowler,I the length Golden children came to dust I the promise,I the cost
I saw you on the pavement with your old brown dog You were shabby,poor,ragged, Sat on your tartan rug. You had water for the dog, You hugged him and you sang, But the people walked on by, And no-one looked at you. No-one looked at you.
But you still sang your song. And you sent me so much love It crossed from eye to eye. I felt it coming in.
I heard that you had died, Though you were only thirty three. Only thirty three. I wonder,where’s your dog? I felt our souls had touched, You gave to me so much As I wandered in my grief Through the roads and round the streets. In your glance, you touched my heart. I felt love swimming through, From you right into me.
Will you come again? I see all these dim, grey men Who cut your benefits To give more wealth to few; So that the needle’s eye, which is waiting when we die, is forgotten, for they want protection for their wealth.
I wish that beggar man would come back here again. I liked to hear his songs But I can’t recall the tunes; Maybe I’ll write songs myself, That’s the highest sort of wealth Our creativity Is a path to dignity. Come back.beggar man Wherever have you gone? Wherever have you gone?