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“All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.”

BillWoodruff wrote:

William Blake, The Four Zoas: Night the Eighth:

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“All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.”

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Anyway, Bill, 'ow ya been keepin'?

dandy72 wrote:

.the darkest thing I've ever read coming from you,

ZurdoDev wrote:

could all be dark for all I know

BillWoodruff wrote:

New Year's eve might be a better choice, anyway

Du Perron wrote (part of some forgotten Dutch poem):

Because suicide, Lord, is difficult, does not always want to succeed,
Cleopatra and the adder were both strong,
the poison of Mithradates made him vomit anxiously,
a slave with a good sword completed the work.
A suicide is assured until the choice of the weapon.

Death is more friendly, perhaps, in the accidents
who grieve the good citizen daily:
the motorcyclist who broke into pieces,
the driver by two locomotives
crushed because he was just napping.

The bricklayer who fell from the ladder,
whose head struck the boulders into an omelet,
and the worker pulled into a machine,
who, before they had stopped one wheel,
had been ejected again as a careless mince.

The little girls who shot through the ice
whose cry of death froze into a stream of stream
and whose corpses no one dived to,
the child from the slum that carelessly
with boiling water, over and over again.

Certainly, death is more friendly to the poor people,
they die more easily, are more familiar with him.
He gives them smiles, winks and tips,
the fear of what is often seen diminishes.
Death seems almost a goal for those who work themselves dead.

Death is the companion of the long winter months,
dutifully, like them, for the poor on the land.
They calmly carry on, they scatter new seeds,
and calm, like a wildflower by a child's hand,
he plucks a toiler away from the plowed earth.

The drunken vagabond, laughing while drooling,
and drooling and laughing under a full train,
the blind beggar, too old to die,
who breaks his neck without pain on a heroic night,
it is worth not looking at such a death.

The really hard death descends into feather beds,
and is long and heavy against a soft chest,
and kiss a soft mouth to stop it,
and squeezes a soft throat that becomes tight and glowing,
and listens to the heart that continues to resist.

Bastard Programmer from Hell
If you can't read my code, try converting it here[^]
"If you just follow the bacon Eddy, wherever it leads you, then you won't have to think about politics." -- Some Bell.

Marco Bertschi wrote:

Throwing yourself under a train is a bad idea, you disrupt not only many commuters schedule

Marco Bertschi wrote:

if the person hasn't a terminal condition

Bastard Programmer from Hell
If you can't read my code, try converting it here[^]
"If you just follow the bacon Eddy, wherever it leads you, then you won't have to think about politics." -- Some Bell.

Eddy Vluggen wrote:

Not for the incurably sick, or those whose life only consists of suffering or pain

Eddy Vluggen wrote:

I'm not encouraging it nor approving of it, but I will also not act as if these people are merely a bit confused and that a single phonecall will solve it all.

Eddy Vluggen wrote:

People will keep doing that, despite your warning; for one who wants to end their life, there is no clean alternative to that mess.

Mark_Wallace wrote:

you should avoid telling people (including Bill) how they Must and Must Not behave, and also telling people (including Bill) how they Must and Must Not speak.