I hope that you die
and your death will come soon
i'll follow your casket in the pale afternoon
and i'll see you get lowered into your deathbed
and i'll stand on your grave till i'm sure that you're dead.
at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON