Dear God,

You know it's been a while. And we both know I hate bothering you with direct communication. But there is one teensy thing I have to request:

Please let me die while gettin' it on.

I've been thinking a lot about death lately, and I really can't think of any better way to go. Death while sleeping just makes me think I'll turn to dust as in so many poems and songs. Bullet in the head? Quick, but too violent. Cancer? Too slow. Knife in the back, car accident? Too much risk of living. Pills, or off a bridge, maybe? Naah, I don't really want to take responsibility for it. No, I know just how I want to leave. I want you to take me right in the middle of giving it to someone special. Ooooooh, that'd be the death.

A less lofty-spirited man might ask just for sex, or just for death, but me? I want it all in one package, Baby. I haven't had either for ages, but, still, I ask for both! And that's not all.

The thing is, sex and death are fastly becoming comparably mysterious to me. My instinct says they might go well together. I suppose you can make it look like heart failure if you want to satisfy the non-believers. Just nothing painful. I want to feel sweet love all the way to the grave. I want to soar on the wings of not being alive while singing the steamy praises of orgasm. Is that too much to ask?

I've been good. Haven't stolen in my adult life. Haven't hurt anybody on purpose. Helped a few. Tried to make some people laugh. And now all I'm asking is a nice smooth multi-orgasmic passing to the next world. Please? I'll stop writing these dirty journalings, if that's what you'd want. (I'm hoping it's not.) If it's Your will, I'll even go to temple and all.

I'm not sure how hard all this is to put together. I mean, for any God who would care to read this kind of thing in the first place, would ya really have the sufficient means to make my passing painless? And would you try to kick me back afterwards with a really painful death to follow? Because that just wouldn't be cool. I'm asking for one death--clean, simple, no reincarnation as a cow or rope or chair or cloud. No pulling universal laws 'round later on. No burning me just because it's funny.

Damn. You know? I feel the need to stipulate a lot of conditions with you. That shouldn't be necessary, considering you're supposed to be able to read my thoughts. Hey, what am I thinking now? You're right. I was just thinking, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" And nothing more. You're good. You are. So how 'bout it then? Death + Orgasm? How can we make this happen?

Signed,
(Pssht. You know who...)

  

 

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