To Die or Not To Die, this is not the question, volume 3
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All say "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~Samuel Langhorne Clemens aka Mark Twain I needed a repository for all of my last writes, “last” being undefined and thus I preferred to have them all in one place, resulting finally in this heterogeneous, eclectic and directionless amassment. Because, see, this twitch in my hand forcing words to be laid down on paper, doesn’t stop. Some kind of malady. Thus if I so happen to go unexpectedly, it will be at most one book left incomplete. The “last” book. This one. PS1. Many of these deal with death. Kind of comes... naturally. PS2. Never thought this will be so... lengthy. I probably live too long or write too much. Or both. Sorry! PS3. For convenience, I decided to split this last book in volumes, three for now. This is volume 3.         ©anonymouslast  Not so subtle re-redefinitions         ©anonymouslast  Sea         ©anonymouslast  Possession         ©anonymouslast  Oldie         ©anonymouslast  Lesson         ©anonymouslast  Time Machine         ©anonymouslast  Relativity things         ©anonymouslast  A special kind of Christmas         ©anonymouslast  Of time         ©anonymouslast  Inching through the night         ©anonymouslast  Mirror mirror on the wall         ©anonymouslast  Dwindling         ©anonymouslast  Belly         ©anonymouslast  Strange         ©anonymouslast  ad hoc, two         ©anonymouslast  Bi         ©anonymouslast  Fandom         ©anonymouslast  Age things         ©anonymouslast  My favorite pastime         ©anonymouslast  The last poem I’ll ever write         ©anonymouslast  I should stop writing poems middle of the night         ©anonymouslast  Sibilations         ©anonymouslast  Death Died         ©anonymouslast  English         ©anonymouslast  The After         ©anonymouslast  Relief         ©anonymouslast  Canvas         ©anonymouslast  ...and         ©anonymouslast  Strangelings         ©anonymouslast  THE question         ©anonymouslast  baby, baby         ©anonymouslast  Mental         ©anonymouslast  One Poem Line         ©anonymouslast  Carriage         ©anonymouslast  baby, baby, jealous maybe?         ©anonymouslast  Finally         ©anonymouslast  Brusselianas Brussileiras         ©anonymouslast  Some kind of         ©anonymouslast  To be the one         ©anonymouslast  Mosquitoes         ©anonymouslast  Conflict         ©anonymouslast  Again... damn!         ©anonymouslast  Mosquitoes, two         ©anonymouslast  Random         ©anonymouslast  Futility         ©anonymouslast  Mygenerationists         ©anonymouslast  Natural Selection         ©anonymouslast  UFOs         ©anonymouslast  Perfumes, various         ©anonymouslast  Lilac, two         ©anonymouslast  Lilac, three         ©anonymouslast  Collors Collector         ©anonymouslast  Corpses Collector         ©anonymouslast  Tub         ©anonymouslast  Rhubarb         ©anonymouslast  On my death bed

    anonymouslast is a pseudonym for yossi faybish