Death begins at 40

scary thought

maturity is boring

thank god, we know better

 

Death begins at birth.

 

I missed a great opportunity for suicide when...one evening, at the age of 31, after coming back from a hard bout of physical exercise, I looked at my naked image in the mirror and saw a man in his prime: all muscles were tight and developed, skin was supple and rich in color, at his most powerful and manly...and a voice said to me thus: "This is the most beautiful you will ever be." My own image pleased me...

And, as soon as I finished saying that to myself, I knew I was past my prime. Unfortunately, back then I was scared of death and unaware that most problems in life are solved by a timely, self-administered, happy death.

Now my goal is another: it is ironic that I am in even better shape than I was then, but not as beautiful. I shall become a gay monster, and when I see him in the mirror, that will be my next opportunity. I plan on doing it at 45 or 55.


Blessed be those who die young! :2thumbsup:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0745wQx-mjc&feature=related"]YouTube - ‪Bunny Suicides IN COLOUR part 1‬‏

Is anyone else looking forward to a great death? :biggrin:

 

why not conception?

 

Death began a split second after the big bang.... woooooooooooooooo, spacious!

 

Or perhaps death doesn't really exist and it is only an illusion created by our minds and senses as a way to make sense of or justify the loss of bodily senses.

 

I'm approaching 60 and I'm having more fun and enjoying sex and life more than ever before. I'm glad I've taken care of myself over the years.

To a large extent, age is just a state of mind.

 

Knowledge

 

What the fuck is all this whining about! I'm almost 58, confident as fuck, do what I want, see stuff as clearly as I have done all my life (and I don't mean that I don't need a new prescription for specs) and all is cool in my world. It's obvious we are all ageing, but have a little dignity - it's what's going on in your head that's important, not how you look when you get up in the morning! (I'd rather not go there)The whole of your life's for living, not just the first 20 or 30 years or whatever

 

Precisely what I was about to post here.

48 here... and no sign of the middle age waist expansion that has been all the rage... and cause for purchasing larger and larger clothing. Some depilatory attention would render me passable for someone half my age- from the neck down anyway... my face hides my mileage far less effectively- and I don't care. The "oofs" and grunts are there but I can suppress them- sometimes with effort. I've learned how to plot my day to day exploits by seeking the path of least resistance... taught myself some ways of avoiding stress- and these days I'm about as likely to be the one defusing tension as be the one who caused it... some habits die very hard.

I could easily be in a mental panic- an emotional crisis arising from recognizing that I have most likely lived more than half my life but since I've long seen life as the terminal condition, my eventual transcendence is a simple matter of fact- everything I see here is borrowed- including the pile of flesh that is the vehicle bearing my name and likeness. Worrying about death at any stage of LIFE simply ensures that I'll be a victim long before I have to be.

If I could go back... I'd learn to place far less emphasis on "perfection" and the fear of making a mistake that kept in check what might have been a budding sense of adventure because what small measure of wisdom I might have now is the direct result of having fallen flat on my ass from foolish stupidity- and learning from it.

Having said that I'm not too old to make a fool of myself to this day... it means I'm still alive.

 

death begins when they start hammering the first nail in the coffin lid...

till then ..... carry on regardless :mickey:

 

Abso fucking lutely!

 

:ack2: Uuuhhhh, I'm kind of hoping that they certify me dead 100%, all organ function ceased and possibly removed to be on the safe side before I even touch a coffin!

 

Age is mind over matter, if you don't mind, it don't freakin matter! It is what it is, and the alternative to getting older sucks.....;-D

 

Death begins when the sperm and egg that at one point comprised you joined.

In fact, it begins when those were both created.

And as such, by proxy, begins when the first deoxy-ribo nucleic acid was jolted to life, 3.5 billion years ago.

Bitch.

 

Death isn't real. Two of the biggest boogie men man ever created are God and Death, in my opinion.

 

I'm with you,Luny...death is just alternative life. [without the rules]

 

Death is between lives what sleep is between days.

 

Denials fun, corpso. :biggrin:

 

Do you have any proof that people cease to exist once their body dies?