Take notes. I do not care about death. I want to be buried in a potter's field with the rest of my friends who are not here as they all died from AIDS. I do not care about what people do. I do not need some silly directive. I have what cardiology calls a catastrophic disease. This heart is in its final phase. I am happy about it. I rejoice. I celebrate death. I dance in ecstasy. I welcome it. I will just be another guy who disappeared. Like mist. I have big plans to not be among you. Life in this horrid country is dark, and it's going to get darker. Life is not worth living. I will never see my kids again as I have flown them out of this American revenge. I cannot live here. It is way too mean.
If you are different, I'm autistic, from the American status quo, you will be punished. I have already been punished. Being born was punishment enough. I deplore homo sapiens sapiens. There will be no obit. There will be no directions. There is no one who cares about me. I am alone. I will die alone. And no one will know where I am. I appoint no one. I do not share your middle class values. I have nothing but contempt for your culture and for you. Sometimes, it's hard for people to back off and stay away. All of the required funeral yadayada does not mean me. Life is meaningless and you can have Being Here. My time is almost done. Not being here is what I crave. I have no responsibilities. I will do what I want. Stop spitting in my face. Get off my porch. Death is relief. I was never allowed to have a voice. -- Tim Barrus