2013-12-23-1803Z


when I'm approaching death, my plan is to take my cartload of "stuff" to the center of whatever town I'm in and leave it for people to pick over, then head on out into the desert; take off my clothes to make it easier for the coyotes and vultures to get at the meat, and wander around till I drop.

failing that, if I die in an accident or otherwise with little or no warning, I hope my friends at City of the Sun will hear about it, come and pick up the carcass, and bury me in Maya's green cemetery, where the worms can finish me off.

if I die in some godawful hospital, too drugged up to know what's going on, and people bury me in a lead casket at taxpayer expense, preventing all but the hardiest bacteria from using the food, know that it is most definitely not the outcome I wanted.

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