choose your weapon...

Movies (4) Photos. (47) Poetry (16) Quotations. (76) Words (15) Writings. (137)

Saturday, June 20, 2009

do YOU drink it?

I hate schedules. I abide by them only when necessary. Some days… a lot of things are necessary. Some days… none at all. I love spontaneous adventures. I love the luxury of being bored. I never set limits on what I want to accomplish in my life and live every second as its happening. My Dad asked me a question tonight, and I’ll ask it to you now. “Imagine you are on death row in some foreign countries prison about to be executed in ten minutes. A man stands outside in a mask with a rifle but just as you step out of the cell, an inmate hands you enough poison to kill yourself. Do you drink it?” (Don’t think about it too much). I blurted out my instinctive rejection to the suicide and my reasoning was the very essence of simplicity. “Anything can happen.” That’s ten more minutes for something wildly unimaginable to take place that I could experience. Something that could even drastically flip-flop my world all over the place. You’ve all seen it in movies. The zombies attack right before the horny teenager gets to kiss the sexy girl. Except in this case maybe the gun will backfire, or a bomb will go off somewhere nearby, or someone you know will show up with a fuckload of money.

5 comments:

achigurh said...

hell no friendo...but i act like i want to drink it.
i tell the guard that i will drink it on the condition that i hold the cup. so he unties my hands and i take the cup, pretend to drink only to suddenly throw the poison in his eyes, blinding him...i grab the rifle and...
shoot myself(poison is for hitler and pussies)

Anonymous said...

I think I would reject the poison too. And you're right. 'Fuckload' is a word.

LupineLooPine said...

Oh.. I missed this! I missed this yesterday!! I would've commented!

What would I do? Secret option number three (yes three miss smarty pants, since once you have the poison getting shot is officially an option): I'd do to the man with the rifle. If ever there was a time to experiment with one's sexuality and try some hardcore, kinky... and most probably sadistic stuff with a masked man with a gun, it's when you are stuck between a vial of poison and a bullet laden rifle. Oh just thinking of those muffled screams of alternating pain and joy from that masked man, as he goes from struggling to get the rifle to attempting to uncock himself of my pistol, just makes my hair stand on end and my Dennis Rodman to swerve to the left. Yes.. I'll use my Robert "Hook" to determine the force constant of my spring string by performing simple harmonic motion, in a totally chaotic and complex way of course, in his potential well. In those last few moments of my life I will experience unbridled ecstasy by living out my unrivaled fantasy . My only hope is that the masked man not steal my poison after hopelessly failing to get his rifle. I'm not into necrophilia.. yet.. that I know of. Gay necrophilia is a little too much experimentation for one day.. even, if it is the last few moments of your last day on Earth.

*eleven mintues later*

Hey, don't blame me. When asked not to think about it, shit like this happens. But now that my state of orgasmic frenzy has somewhat subsided , at the cost of relieving myself in an unconsenting hole in the ground (holes take 9 mins), I can state that this truly was a no brainer from yer pappy.. a no brainer I tried to fully respect with my answer. Of course living to choose and/or experience the set of possibilities makes perfect sense in all but redundant scenarios, as we still are largely in control in most cases... and you touched upon this well in your post. You're absolutely right. But there's another point that deserves to be touched on, that of perspective. Even in the redundant case of your Paw's example.. it's all in your head, in your perspective. You can zoom into the moment and love every single tiny detail - from the number and feel of the breaths you're privileged to take till the end, to the sights you can see and truly appreciate in those moments like never before.. to even experiencing pain for the last time, or in this case, what it is like microseconds after getting shot in the head. You can appreciate a lot at any time. Or.. one could take the various long shots.. of how ones life was fairly well spent .. or longer - how it's all pointless for everyone anyway and this event is no biggie in the grand scheme of things. You can rationalize and feel.. positive or negative. It's up to you. Why would one deny themselves the potential of the future they can very well control in all but the likes of your Dad's example perhaps, or deny the other perspectives that can give a person a brand new lease on life? It doesn't make sense experientially or mentally.

Way to pwn blogspot Heather. Pwning your Dad and then blogspot = megapwn. I knew you had it in ye. Blogspot is a shitloaded fuckload if I ever saw a bloated loaded unloading fuck.. aka your average trucker.
And I did.. I DID TEE A TWUCKER!!

LupineLooPine said...

Bah.. hate leaving a second comment, but I feel I should summarize the "normal" para from my last post a little better. That with perspective you can live out the potential of the present and by living you can live out the potential of your future. It's all about not denying yourself the potential of life itself. It's like life is this gorgeous motion picture and all one is doing is sitting and staring at a black spot on the black strip at the edge of the screen. That makes no sense at all.

Ibrahim said...

Interesting... That was my gut reaction as well. Who knows what the fuck's gonna go down in ten minutes? Ten minutes is an eternity, anywhere, everywhere... or maybe I just have too much time on my hands nowadays. :)

Heh.. that's why I ditched Blogger to elope with Wordpress. Blogger is fail. :P

if you happen to be a billionaire...