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My Deathday— Choose Your Universe Wisely by Clank

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

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My Deathday — This Poem Is a Knife by Lynn Henry, Part II — The Poem

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This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday — This Poem Is a Knife by Lynn Henry, Part I — The Knife

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One Saturday, completely out of the blue, the following text message appeared:

Lynn's Text Message

Hello Andrew. Am in Mendoza city, Argentina taking in the annual wine festival parade (vendemia) and thinking of you…Parade began w huge dancing grim reapers, then many tangoing queens, then floats full of men barbecuing meat on great spits. And all sorts of other folkloric stuff (incl argentine bagpipes). See you soon. Sat, 01/02/2013 11:26

Lynn was in Argentina? Who knew? Given the scene she described: grim reapers, dancing queens and men spitting-roasting stuff, I could see why she thought of me, but what was she doing there?

As I found out on my deathday, one of the things she was doing was buying a knife.

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The selection of blades for sale in Argentina.

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Old Argentinian dudes inspecting the knives.

And having it engraved:

The Argentinian Knife Engraver

The Argentinian Knife Engraver

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday— My Natal Day by John Mackenzie

John Mackenzie spins a noir tale of being in the wrong place at the wrong time one too many times for Andrew Grimes Griffin’s own good.

Tp read the complete text, click here, right click and “Save Link as…” to download a copy:  My Natal Day, or How a Big Bald Guy Gave Birth to this Death-Winged Sparrow by John Mackenzie

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday— Vivian’s Portrait of My Deadly Demon

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Detail of Vivian Hodgson’s Portrait of My Personal Demon.

In the end it is our own personal demons that do us in; Vivian has provided me with a portrait of mine.

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday— E’s Voodoo Doll from the Future

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Under the magnifying glass, the loving details of the voodoo doll from the future can be seen.

 

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My Dear Andrew: Happy Un-Birthday! It pains me to tell you it might be your last. I have come across items sent to me from an unknown date in the future that hint at your sad demise. It is my fervent hope that by sending you these items today, you can fight off the tragic death they imply. God speed. XOXO, E.

 

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Thank you for shopping Making Makabre, Purveyors of Quality Death Kits since 1929. Dear Saggyscrotes4u, Please find your customized death kit, made to end the life of Andrew G. especially for you. As you prick the likeness with the enclosed cursed pins, please read aloud from the text provided. If death does not occur within 24 hours, please wait. Death will come, on demon’s wings. NO REFUNDS. Thank you for your continued patronage.

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Instructions: Read text aloud while pricking the likeness with the enclosed cursed pins.
Death Call for Andrew G.
To prick the prick
Each needle fixed
Upon a dormant organ’s hatch.
A line of fire
Through brawny brier
Lights epaulets of silken thatch.
Tortured rotting,
Languid clotting,
Decay and Reek the final match.

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday— The Owls Get Mad by Katy L. Breier

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Ah Poor Andrew didn’t realize that when you mess with Harry Potter…The owls get mad!

Katy predicts that my incessant trashing of Harry Potter will incite the owls.

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here

My Deathday— Andrew’s Felinesque Demise by Catherine Matthews

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Catherine Matthews imagine a Griffin meeing a feline- and fellini- esque end.

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by Catherine Matthews

eyes, fixed,

legs splayed as dislocated wings,

barbed penis unsheathed, careful climax sharpened to screamed
withdrawal

red tufted feathers spitting
from between blue beak, slightly parted, paper thin,
crushed sheet

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

To see all the posts to-date, click here

To go to the My Deathday main page click here