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There is always time to die, but never time to live.
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It's my time to scare you, it's time for scary story.
You have no idea what it__ like, knowing you__e going to die in an hour. Sixty short minutes are now the only things that separate you from the other side. From the country undiscovered by the living. From that inevitable end we all must face. Guess that__ what the whole death row thing is about, though. If you ask me now if I feel sorry for what I__e done, I__ have to tell you plainly the answer is no. I__ do it all again, given the opportunity. I__ kill them all. Over, and over, and over. The court-appointed psychiatrist described me as having a __evere antisocial personality disorder with excessive violent tendencies._ But I__ letting you know now I never stood out in a crowd. Never drew attention to myself. I was just a regular woman, one you__ see in the convenience store, and smile at politely. Who would have ever suspected what I was capable of? All those people. Those useless, useless people. I gave them a use. I was an artist. And my canvas of choice was the clean human skull.
May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.
Teo had once claimed that human history began with a storm: the interval between lightning and thunder, between flash and rumble felt in the body's core, was primitive man's first experiences of time -- the awakening of consciousness, the birth of the gods.
As survivors and procreators, we unravel stories that at their root are not dissimilar from the habitual behaviors seen in nature. But as beings who know they will die we digress into episodes and epics that are altogether dissociated from the natural world. We may isolate this awareness, distract ourselves from it, anchor our minds far from its shores, and sublimate it as a motif in our sagas. Yet at no time and in no place are we protected from being tapped on the shoulder and reminded, __ou__e going to die, you know._ However much we try to ignore it, our consciousness haunts us with this knowledge. Our heads were baptized in the font of death; they are doused with the horror of moribundity.