Bliss by Harry Bliss for February 17, 2022

You’re already gone.

“Do not go gentle into that good night” —poem

Some people seem to revert to their childhood (or childish) ways.

He’s in for a major timeout!!!

Well, if that might work, I’m willing to give it a try…

He’s heard it all before. He gets off on it.

At either end of life, a tantrum won’t work!

Let go.

“I’m not obeying any stupid death mandate!”

If you play cards with death, don’t cheat!

Thus We have Ghosts

He said the same thing about wearing a mask.

I remember a Twilight Zone episode with an old woman who kept the door locked and a very young Robert Redford as death who charmed her into opening it.

Then you’d better start taking care of your health. You know, the biggies: sugars, glyphosate, plastics, cigarettes…(don’t get me started on the rest)

“I’m gonna hold my breath until you go away!”

This job doesn’t pay enough for this. I’m going back to lawn care.

Ready, willing and the door is unlocked.

Now replace “GO” with “MASK”. ;-)

“Sir, Calm down! I’m just here to harvest the wheat!”

“I’ll lock your jaw so you can’t talk,I’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk,I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see,And this very hour come and go with me.”

Another case of the “terrible 92s”

This is what they call second childhood.

I’m here whenever you want me. Don’t take your time……

Well, we eventually revert to wearing diapers so why not revert back to throwing tantrums?  However some people never stop with the tantrums in the first place!!

Death denying his freedom.

That will be me in time to come.

I’m sure many have protested like this, but it never does any good. When your days are finished, you’re done. None of us can add a minute to our lives.

Death waits …when we are born and when we leave ~ The Endless (The SandMan)

People with this kind of temperament are making a lot of news lately.

We don’ need no steenkin’ grim reapers.

They said I can’t take it with me.

Screw em. I’m not going.

I’m pretty sure there’s not much of a choice, when the Grim Reaper calls, it’s curtains.

Me: It’s about damn time. What took you so long?