The mullethead asked me, after you've lived a thousand lives, do you care what happened in your first life in this one; not that you can even remember, or after you live no more?
Then there's me. I won't have spent 19 years, here in my present stream of consciousness. I liked it when I was technically 'alive', but now that I know better, I have no fondness for it; and am glad I am not like the majority. Will I dwell on it after I'm gone? Hell, no!
It's almost a continuous party for me, with a few days here and there where I work a little, be it cleanin' the house, or a couple of other things I shan't post here or anywhere else, for that matter.
Shan't! Gods, that is so 'across the Irish Sea'! To tell the truth, when I talk; I don't use it. The mullethead sometimes uses 'shanna' or 'shaa nae', which once in a blue moon I'll use, but that's Scottish.
Back to the tangent. Just here for the experience. Ego, too. I was compelled to leave my story here, which everyone is ignorin', for the most part. Don't know why. It's a different way o' lookin' at existence and relationships, but hey! It's not new. It's kosher with the Cathar philosophies, and quite a few others.
At times I think I'm a nutter for bein' here, sometimes I'm glad I am. Anyway, after today is over; I only have 10 weeks left. Not bad. Less time than that for the day the mullethead had to see, but what's 12 days?
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