Eight hundred years from now
\nan asteroid as big as a mountain
\nhas one chance in three hundred
\nof striking earth.
\nI pull the blankets over my head.
\nI, who shall never die,
\nmust face the inevitable.
\nThe planets will do me in.<\/p>\n
A driver will scratch his nose
\nand run over me.
\nA plague,
\none chance in a thousand
\nwill leave me wasted in a ditch.
\nA robber will take my purse
\nand life,
\nfor the hell of it.
\nI am lost.
\nI am unsaved.<\/p>\n
My pact with the Devil
\nis written in sand.
\nA wave will wipe it from the beach.
\nMy immortality is measured by chance,
\nby fire and flood,
\nthe droppings of the universe.
\nSo I am making peace with the world.
\nNo one can live forever.
\nWe all exit.
\nTo imagine my death is unimaginable,
\nbut c\u2019est la vie, inevitable.<\/p>\n
Live it up!
\nBe kind to everyone!
\nDestroy them with kindness.
\nBe honest.
\nShow the world
\nhow to live dangerously.
\nBe good.
\nBe beautiful.
\nDeath is another face in the mirror.
\nKiss yourself
\nand kiss your neighbor.
\nIt is the least you can do
\nbeing doomed.
\nIt is,
\nclass,
\na way to get even with fate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Eight hundred years from now an asteroid as big as a mountain has one chance in three hundred of striking earth. I pull the blankets…<\/p>\n