Karma

Sometimes I'm amazed I've made it this far in life without ever being punched in the face.

The only thing that happens if you run from a predator is a good chase.

If I controlled the world, no one would die before their laugh lines had time to set in.

Would it be possible to speak to this Universe person?" "I'm sure that they will understand that there is a personality conflict." It was time to bump my complaint to upper management. "No one speaks to the Universe." "Then how do you know what to do?" I leaned in a little. "Simple. Through my orders." His eyes started to twitch. "Which you get how?" "My memos.

You are familiar with World War 2?" "Of course I am. I'm dead, not stupid.

People say karma's a bitch. Personally, I really don't think I'm that bad.

I'm making friends. You wouldn't know anything about that.

Good thing he wasn't human. He'd have no friends at all if it weren't for the freaks at the office. If they were his friends. Maybe they didn't like him either? I was technically a freak now too, and I certainly wasn't looking to spend time with him.

He was attractive but the past occupation was a bit off putting. Orgasms are hard on the heart already. An orgasm delivered by death just didn’t seem like a good combination.

Fear isn't always bad. Sometimes it's the lighthouse on the shore telling you to steer out of the storm. Don't

I just meant touching me might feel uncomfortable. It's a little like chewing on tin foil. Feels unpleasant but isn't really a problem.

I guess that was the dichotomy of death. Sometimes it was frightening but every now and then in the right moment in life, it was warm and welcoming.

You can't escape your fate.

I stepped out and the sun was shining. And the birds were chirping. It was the nicest day we'd had in ages. A couple of bunnies scampering about. It could have been the start of a Disney flick.

I'm dead?" "That body is... yes.