The Last Post.

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DesEsseintes

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Last words are always a problem. You prepare them, craft them, say them in front of all your family - and then what? Shut your lips tightly until you finally croak your last? Most people's last words were probably incomprehensible, or asking for water, or similar, rather than the witty, crafted one liners we know so well from the history books.

Well, it doesn't have to be like that here! Inspired by Eyer's touching tribute to Zen and the Art of Psychopathy Maintenance, I thought I would create a space where you can sculpt your beautiful final Lit words in advance. When you go, blinking, from this place into the cold, heartless world outside, choking with bile and incoherent with rage, you are unlikely to be feeling at your most articulate. But write your final words in advance, and you can simply create a link directly to those words when the time comes. Infinitely editable according to circumstances, you can add or remove topical references as you see fit. Think of it as your Lit epitaph.

L'esprit de l'escalier need never affect you again.
 
All beauty, brains, and brawn decay; tis only ugly, weakness, evil, and stupidity that endure.
 
I think folks just purge when they pass.


That's right - die in a puddle of their own shitty pee.


Quietly.


Or sniveling.
 
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