THE POET OF DEATH

1) Death is a utopia to living because when you are dead you can no more be critical of it because you are just dead.   2) The ontological void of the matrix should not be fathomed but should only be riveted at.  3) All my Innuendos are undeviating my innumerable failed attempts at trying to live a rational life .  4) My Transcendental being sits on the grass beneath the sun and procreate peace , while my rational self sells her soul to sit on the work desk disposing tasks to others.  5) What are the ramifications of an unlived life ? - I asked Self condemnation stirred with fantasies of afterlife – she said.  Leeza