I’m not particularly averse to dying. It’s fairly repetitive at this point, life.
My wife says I’ll feel different if I’m actually dying. But is that really the time to ask my preferences?
I’m not averse to living either, but only if I’m pretty healthy. I think my tolerance for pain, decay and difficulties is low, but, people adapt.
Still, there may yet be something worth sticking around for. I want to see where ebikes are technologically in 2025.
I want to make a few more bucks.
I’d like to got to jalama beach. I’d like to get it under control. I’d like to not care anymore
I want to want something. Or want to want to learn. I’d like to want to want to want to want to want to want to want.
I want stop wanting.
I want to be free from want ut I dont want to want it.
I’d like to see it all work out. I’d like to see it work its way in. I’d like to borrow some money. I’d like to not be wiped out.
I’d like to be supported in the lifestyle to which i have become accustomed and accosted and police blottered, farther and farther from where i started,
I dont want to be a martyr or a religious sex symbol, gimbling and gyrating all up and down the uncertain state.
I want david berman to set this post to music, but that’s not possible .
I want the silver jews renamed to “long term care insurance”, which actually isnt a bad name for a band or a self help book.
I want to rent a room at our lady of perpetual care’s house but sadly I’m stuck in mister temporary assisted living’s town.
But I’m not buying long term care insurance. I got the earthquake insurance, the dental insurance, the car insurance, the life insurance, the AAA towing insurance but i forgot I needed long term caring and now it’s too late because the cost of caring is too damn high.
Roll the die, babee. I want to go to the top of the charts. I want to shut down but I want to stay open for business. I want to slash my prices but keep adding value.
