Don't bury me

I do not want to be buried. Put in the ground so I can rot till I come back as a brainless zombie from Shawn of the Dead. No, being buried doesn't make any sense.

Why do we stick dead people in holes in the ground? It makes less sense than Kwame Kilpatrick does.

What does make sense however, is how my ancestors treated their dead. My fellow Native Americans (I am around 10%).
The deceased human would be put atop a huge wooden funeral pyre, sometimes much like the one in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, and burned.

You can also make a comparison to Van Helsing, as some tribes did it that way.

Anyways...this is what I want done with me when I die in 120 years...I don't wanna be dumped in a casket doomed to rot and decay. I want to be set free.

Love Note Numero Uno

Here is a picture of one of those notes, I talked about a few posts back. I changed the name of course :)

There we go. One of many..and this one is somewhat tame compared to some others...

Yikes!

Yikes! I'm thrilled you guys are still checking my blog out. A TON of things have happened to me recently, including two weeks seeing my sister who lives in the middle east. I actually only went on the internet a couple times over there...and it was just as you thought. It was to find out a certain actors name from A Scanner Darkly. I did see the edited version however, since for the most part I don't watch R-rated movies. I know, I'm so wierd, aren't I?

Anyways, I'll see if I can post a couple things sometime tonight. I have way too much on my mind to fall asleep. I'll try to catch you up telling you what happened to me minus the names, and possibly instead just post a couple of notes I made on my phone. I guess you could call them 'love-notes'. Maybe I'll even do a snapshot of my phone so you can see them. That sounds cool and different, then under it I'll type in the words in case the picture goes kersplam or for those that have super-slow internet. Yeah, I think about you readers for some odd reason. And I don't even know ya!

Hmm. That's all for now. Just a real quick update. It might be a little while before I post again though, might be like a week (aht the most absolute).

OH, and that heartbreak did turn into a gooey chocolate bar...that's a good thing. But then that gooey-chocolate bar fell out of the wrapper and into the trash by accident. But, then the chocolate bar floated out of the trash and into my hand without touching any garbage that was in the trash.. I think I'm saying it right. Looks like I do have to tell a story in the next post of what has been going on. Gosh dangit. Actually, I love typing these, free thinking, not reallly deleting much of anything. You should try it. It''s quite fuin.