Because I Couldn' Stop for Death

[ceasetoexist]

[Well Pokey has had a busy week. Tripping balls over hallucinogenic gas. Bothering a bunch of people and running through their yards as he tried to get away from his hallucination. Getting beaten to death. Beating to death the drone of the person who beat him to death. Getting droned for beating that person to death.

Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]

Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.

Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?

Comments

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I was able to communicate with it. It possessed me for a while and because of that I managed to help find a part of it that was itself.

It just wanted to learn how to end. How to die.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That's pathetic.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Because it wished for death?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Just everything you told me about it. It sounded like an utterly pathetic thing to the end.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Some people would call it that.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What do you call it?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

A hiver.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Guess so.