Part of my neighbourhood is a quiet zone, because there are lots of old, dying people living there. So, why does the church down the road get away with it’s damned ding-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-ding-ding fifty-seven times every day? It’s fuckin’ annoying, is what it is (and a poor excuse for music, I can tells ya). I have a hunch that if I decided to get up on top of my building and ring some loudassed bells every morning when reasonable people were still trying to sleep, I might get myself into a bit of trouble. Goddamned church!
The bell tolls for the dying
The bell tolls for the dying
Yeah, I’m pretty sure.
They all hang out outside of this one café on their Hoverounds and Rascals and crutches and wait to die. I call it Cripple Corner, because I don’t believe in hell, and therefore don’t have to worry about going there for saying things like that.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure.
They all hang out outside of this one café on their Hoverounds and Rascals and crutches and wait to die. I call it Cripple Corner, because I don’t believe in hell, and therefore don’t have to worry about going there for saying things like that.
It could be a bell to remind the old people when to take their pills?
It could be a bell to remind the old people when to take their pills?
I’m pretty sure the one, and only hell, is the one right here on earth … and it very likely has something to do with getting old. So go easy on the silver haired folk, ’cause right now, they’re living in the hell we’re all headed for.
I’m pretty sure the one, and only hell, is the one right here on earth … and it very likely has something to do with getting old. So go easy on the silver haired folk, ’cause right now, they’re living in the hell we’re all headed for.
Yeah, they’re alright. It’s not their fault. Unless in the future I’m stuck in an electric chair because I’m too fat to locomote on my own. At some point I realize I will have to stop eating so many burritos. I’m counting on myself to determine that point on my own, without becoming incapacitated.
Yeah, they’re alright. It’s not their fault. Unless in the future I’m stuck in an electric chair because I’m too fat to locomote on my own. At some point I realize I will have to stop eating so many burritos. I’m counting on myself to determine that point on my own, without becoming incapacitated.
I guess I got a little preachy there, but it kind of makes me sad when people disparage old people. We have this weird idea (maybe it’s just in industrialized countries) that when people get old they transform into another species or something. I mean, it’s not easy being human to begin with, and you don’t win any prizes for living 80+ years (you’d think you would), instead we’re practically thrown out of society.
Plus, euthanasia is illegal (thanks, Jesus junkies!) so really, there is no easy way out – we’re all sort of stuck here, forced to watch our skin become translucent, and wonder if our bones are too brittle to play basketball, or hockey, or whatever.
Also, vegetarian burritos are highly satisfying, and healthy! You could go on eating them well into your 90’s.
I guess I got a little preachy there, but it kind of makes me sad when people disparage old people. We have this weird idea (maybe it’s just in industrialized countries) that when people get old they transform into another species or something. I mean, it’s not easy being human to begin with, and you don’t win any prizes for living 80+ years (you’d think you would), instead we’re practically thrown out of society.
Plus, euthanasia is illegal (thanks, Jesus junkies!) so really, there is no easy way out – we’re all sort of stuck here, forced to watch our skin become translucent, and wonder if our bones are too brittle to play basketball, or hockey, or whatever.
Also, vegetarian burritos are highly satisfying, and healthy! You could go on eating them well into your 90’s.
How the crap was I able to type at 5am this morning?
How the crap was I able to type at 5am this morning?
But yeah… I have no particular problem with old people, really. Unless they’re behind those clanging bells (and they probably are).
But yeah… I have no particular problem with old people, really. Unless they’re behind those clanging bells (and they probably are).