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Apr. 11th, 2005
The Bem-te-vi Riddle
Apr. 11th, 2005 12:10 pmThe bird was trying to get into my bedroom again this morning. I pulled the curtains open, as usual, and it flew to the tree. I might investigate the tree in the afternoon. Maybe there's something buried by its roots.
My Last Words... Maybe
Apr. 11th, 2005 05:42 pmThings You Need to Know in Case My Plane Crashes Tomorrow & I Die:
1) If there is an afterlife, I will come back to visit y'all. Therefore, I think we should have some kind of code. If you go visit a medium, as I've already discussed with Mar, my password will involve Pulp's lyrics for "Commonpeople". So either the medium will mention "Pulp" or "Rum & Coke". The medium may also sing the song back to you.
2) If you refuse to acknowledge me, out of fear or ignorance, I will visit you anyway. If you wake up in the middle of the night and take a look at the feet of your bed, my head will be there staring back at you. Do not scream. Hysterics will not drive me away.
3) You will know that the bird who's been pestering me for these last days was trying to tell me something, that it was an omen. Spread the word and do not ever ignore again the insistent rap of a bird at your window.
4) If the plane is not found, there is a chance I may have survived. I am a good swimmer so I could have made my way to an island. Please insist that the rescue teams keep searching for me. If the government insists that I'm dead, but you haven't heard from me yet and no mediums are singing Pulp songs for you, then please insist they continue searching for me.
5) My funeral: I'd like the Pet Shop Boys' What Have I Done to Deserver This? to be played when my coffin goes into the flames (I want to be cremated). For the afterparty, I'd like the B52's Best of album on repeat. And people dancing.
6) I bequeath all my writings, doodles and collages to posterity. Please find a suitable archive or museum to take care of them. I do not wish for this journal to be deleted or meddled with. If Livejournal goes bankrupt, I leave it up to my boyfriend to find a new suitable site to host this mess.
7) Trolls will not be tolerated in this journal, even though I'm dead. They will be dealt with accordingly (remember, I'm dead so I know where you live.)
8) I love you all and I will watch over you like a guardian angel... if I don't go to hell. ♥
1) If there is an afterlife, I will come back to visit y'all. Therefore, I think we should have some kind of code. If you go visit a medium, as I've already discussed with Mar, my password will involve Pulp's lyrics for "Commonpeople". So either the medium will mention "Pulp" or "Rum & Coke". The medium may also sing the song back to you.
2) If you refuse to acknowledge me, out of fear or ignorance, I will visit you anyway. If you wake up in the middle of the night and take a look at the feet of your bed, my head will be there staring back at you. Do not scream. Hysterics will not drive me away.
3) You will know that the bird who's been pestering me for these last days was trying to tell me something, that it was an omen. Spread the word and do not ever ignore again the insistent rap of a bird at your window.
4) If the plane is not found, there is a chance I may have survived. I am a good swimmer so I could have made my way to an island. Please insist that the rescue teams keep searching for me. If the government insists that I'm dead, but you haven't heard from me yet and no mediums are singing Pulp songs for you, then please insist they continue searching for me.
5) My funeral: I'd like the Pet Shop Boys' What Have I Done to Deserver This? to be played when my coffin goes into the flames (I want to be cremated). For the afterparty, I'd like the B52's Best of album on repeat. And people dancing.
6) I bequeath all my writings, doodles and collages to posterity. Please find a suitable archive or museum to take care of them. I do not wish for this journal to be deleted or meddled with. If Livejournal goes bankrupt, I leave it up to my boyfriend to find a new suitable site to host this mess.
7) Trolls will not be tolerated in this journal, even though I'm dead. They will be dealt with accordingly (remember, I'm dead so I know where you live.)
8) I love you all and I will watch over you like a guardian angel... if I don't go to hell. ♥
