Release yourself from your fear of death. For your death has already been put in to motion. There is no escape, there are no comforting thoughts. Fear of death is fear of life. Remind me that there is a slice of life in my glovebox. I'm forgetful in times of remembrance. Consistently inconsistent, happily depressed, regretful but not sorry. Careful though, there is hijynx on the high seas. But you musn't be disenheartened, for there is magic in the mayhem. Hold on and watch the left while I toss this topwise. See here that there is only one broken fix to your problematic solution. It's obvious to read between the lines and realise that there is nothing left but everything. If you do wish to keep your slice of life warm, I suggest you put it in the microwave oven. There is nothing to take from this calamity of catalystic incoherent thought, other than to enter into coherent action derived from the nonsensical message from the incessant blathering of this unsteady soul. I can not tell you what to extract from this commandment, you will take your own message if you can move beyond the literal sense of which you may be so accustomed. Live the life before dying the inevitable death.
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