What Did You Do With Your Death

"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR DEATH?" I live inside my death. most hear this and cringe, laugh or direct me into an area where this death doesn't exist. 97 percent of them see that it's happened. 3 percent know why. the average man, the average woman, never thinks about what we all have coming to us. they live life as if this only certainty doesn't carry any gravity. they live life as if they don't know this only certainty comes in two ways. there are enough shoelaces that snap bringing a man into insanity. it doesn't matter what you watch, only how you watch it. it doesn't matter what you lose, only how you lose it. it doesn't matter what you laugh at hysterically, only that your hysterics are mad. it doesn't matter that you've lit your cigarette, only how you get rid of it. truth is an ever changing idea that loses or gains strength with delivery. it isn't what keeps my eyes on death, it's how I live to embrace it's arrival. "Ok baby. It's time, it's good." you must feel good at the approach of death. the substance, the action, the reaction, will work itself out. my mentor said: "Death wants more death and it's webs are full." make it hard for death. stick your finger up death's ass and drag it around with you. take the excitement away from death. go to the web and shake the mother-@$!#er until it's time to go. By: Chicano Eddie 2-23-2017