DEATH: IS IT MORBID THAT I PONDER IT EVERY NOW AND AGAIN...DAILY?

Death fascinates me. Not the grim reaper, just death itself, in general. Just dying and what happens after one is beyond the grave. Maybe this unsettling obsession I have explains why my funeral is already extremely meticulously and thoroughly planned. Some other highly engrossing aspects of death are...
Being buried alive. Decomposition. Coffins. Mummificaiton. Autopsies. Afterlife.


Is there life after death? I sure as hell hope so, because there is going to be a shitload more that I want to do when my current existence draws to a close. I fear for the next person I'm going to be though. Do you ever wonder what you were in a past life? Maybe I was a pauper, maybe I was rich and famous, maybe I was a blade of grass, who knows!


Does the afterlife correlate somehow to out of body experiences? I LIVE for out of body experiences! Those highly intoxicating, rush of blood to the head, gum flapping, head pounding moments where you feel like you're a thousand miles in the air drifting from one cloud to the next, just barely missing the immense black hole of a gap between each cloud where you nearly catapult yourselves downward for lightyears. Seemingly. It's terrifyingly psychedelic. And I'm NOT on LSD right now, believe it or not. 


And what about reincarnation? I like to think I am an internationally renowned superstar reincarnate. Whether an activist, an artist, a politician, an entertainer, whatever! 

I hope before this life I lived in the 60s.
Or the 80s. During the advent of Madonna! And MJ. Those two ruled the 80s. And still rule the world today.