across the ocean, a vast distance of thousands

across the ocean, a vast distance of thousands of miles, means nothing in space distance, but to two people who never see each other again, it is an endless space
- the endless space that is only seen by the heart that longs for that which will never appear again. But that way leads to depression, so he decided to walk forward, into the
light.It was at tunnel just like in stories of near death experiences.Someone wearing a black cowl brushed his shoulder as he pushed past a loaded gurney."Pardon" he asked. "Is thi
rty bucks enough to reach Paradise?" Death snatched the cash, "Hop on." I got on an empty gurney & he began rolling me thru worse & worse neighborhoods. "Hey, you're going wrong!"
“I have a scythe not a rudder”, Death answered as we went deeper and deeper into the concrete jungle left behind by the “righteous” people with dead hearts. How far would my money
stretch and how could I bargain with such an ethereal figure? What would Death need with money? I didn't have to say anything. Death read my thoughts. In the city of lights
Death was as busy as a one legged man in an arse kicking competition, and I would not dare hold him up. I pulled out my wallet only to find
My money and credit cards still there. Whew! Death and his lover tried to flee, unsuccessfully. His wife had hired a detective, disguised as a scythe. It was only two weeks into
Their honeymoon and things weren't going well. The private D.I dressed as a scythe had let Mrs Death know that her husbands paranoia about theft had stemmed from huge debts owed to
the lord of Life, starting when the world began billions of years prior. The Death family ignored these debts anyway, and went to Key West anyway.

Started: 2018-01-09 19:49:20
Finished: 2019-06-28 14:43:50

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