adrenaline-fuelled joy was declared evil since my quiet
depression suits you so much better, reflecting on life I
plan that should I lose use of my legs one day, it’ll be a
sign I’m ready to die: Deepak Chopra, Indian guru who
is a charlatan par excellence says: we Humans choose
our hour of death & we can stay young until then - well
I lost that as soon as osteoarthritis was decreed as the
curse over me- so much for Indian yogi with false hope
messages- one day I still believed and the next day my
bones creaked and conked in - great, now my mantra’s
choosing my death & carefully deciding the hour ahead
knowing you’ll be content, never again horrified by these
adrenaline-fired passions for dancing and you’ll subside
And sigh as much as you like - without my interfering by
laughing and joking inappropriately; and after my death I
wish you a very angry wife who’ll fight and box your ears
when you curse in tears as your superb rugby team loses
again - she’ll take over household accounts and give you
a pitiful allowance frowning at you all the time while I’ll be
watching and laughing in spirit because she’ll make you
Feel like you made me feel too often in life…
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