In Memoriam, for I am Dead.

I would like to officially announce my death, as of PST 7:16pm, March 28, 2008.

It is a good day to die. As good as any other. A fine day for an untimely demise. Oh and my death is most untimely. In fact, reports of my demise have been greatly understated – they are in fact, overwhelmingly and undeniably true!

I declare that the person who was formerly known as “Jay Harley”, born “Ricardo Jason Harley” is DECEASED, in fact, DEAD. I do not mourn his passing as such. It was an average life, full of memories, highlights, peaks and valleys, and other measurements, too many to speak of in such a small space. As comparisons go – you know, relative-schmivitives and so on – there was quite a lot of striving after what-nots, “goals”, “accomplishment” per se, and other nonsensical drivel-trivel, schmivel-divel, ad nauseum. Actually quite a load of ego-maniacal bollocks. But I salute myself, I even drink to myself, for tomorrow is another day (except for me). They were indeed, my ego-maniacal bollocks, and I should be proud (except I am dead, so pride has no consequence here). Dead guys don’t gloat, I will have you know.

Dead dead dead, never to return. Never coming back. I already paid my respects to that dead mother fucker in the corner – my rottting, still-born-looking corpse-of-a-shell-of-a-thing. Dead mother fucker. Stinking, filthy, dead, lifeless bee-yatch of my body, just sitting there looking dead. Well actually, being dead.

And here’s the thing – I’m taking the World I used to live in with me. Be thankful, it was a real shitter! A lot of good that world did anybody. What a boring, dull, drab, restrictive place. Don’t do this, do that, don’t do it that way. Eat this, don’t eat that. Rules rules, yes, no…Blah blah blah. It was like the great American suburb of the Universe. Bad city planning, indeed! No room for growth I should say. I can’t believe I lived there. Big frickin’ waste of space indeed. Happy to see it go, I tell you. Imagine “me” living out “my life” in such a hole. No thank you very much. Driving right past that exit.

Gone gone gone. Dead world, dead world, dead guy gone with it. Dead mother fuckin’ world, floating off amongst the debris of dead worlds out there in dead space, my dead-ass body just sitting there looking dead with it.

Yeah the world is gone. I mean, my world is gone. I don’t claim to have killed anyone else’s world. That would just be plain mean, and impossible to boot. But the one I used to live in is outta here.

And do you know: I actually feel relieved after all of this? I feel really light all of a sudden, kind of like I can walk through walls, you know what I mean? Like I can look at a mountain and just be like – whatever dude. No obstacles, no barriers, no nada. My new world is straight-up fuckin’ free man. Everybody can do whatever they want. I don’t give a shit, man. I don’t give a flying fuck off a rolling doughnut. Just fuckin have fun. Or not.

I’m not trying to promote my world as some shangri-la or anything like that. Hey it’s my world. I’m just saying that everyone can do whatever they want there. That’s all. That’s it. Nothing else.

Oh, and I’m dead. Hooray! Drinks anyone?