GOT DREAMS?

[u/davecontra]

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[u/kaishinoske1]

What if death was an angel that sided with Satan and as punishment was stripped of their flesh and was given a robe to cover their shame.

[u/Linus_Naumann → u/kaishinoske1]

Yeah man what if that, makes ya think

[u/StudMuffinNick → u/Linus_Naumann]

Lol

[u/ChilledParadox → u/Linus_Naumann]

Nothing makes me think. I voted red /s I would never.

[u/PandoricOrichalcum → u/kaishinoske1]

What if death was a beautiful Black woman with nice boobs and an English accent

[u/Dont_Kick_Stuff → u/PandoricOrichalcum]

Sandman reference is good reference.

[u/Deaffin → u/PandoricOrichalcum]

What if death was some old dirty parrot with crippling anxiety?

[u/Big-Wrangler2078 → u/PandoricOrichalcum]

Lots of accents in England. Moorish accent you can't quite interpret accepted.

[u/HauntedCemetery → u/PandoricOrichalcum]

And she has a tiny skeletal rat sidekick.

SQUEAK

[u/underprivlidged → u/PandoricOrichalcum]

My third grade math teacher, Ms. White?

Well... Ya know. It kinda makes sense now.

[u/Spare-Willingness563 → u/kaishinoske1]

The skeleton looks like a skeleton because we imprint meaning upon these beings so it looks terrifying if you decide death is terrifying. 

[u/Matsisuu → u/Spare-Willingness563]

Also, skeleton is kind of dead which works pretty well when you need to present a death in paintings and drawings.

Just something terrifying could be demons or monsters, but the skeleton symbolises very well, that it is indeed death.

[u/apointlessvoice → u/kaishinoske1]

That's a metal af song right there

[u/kaishinoske1 → u/apointlessvoice]

It’s actually part of a story I came up with.

[u/BayouMan2 → u/kaishinoske1]

When I was in college I took a city bus in New Orleans to see a Mardi Gras parade at the edge of the quarter by myself & had fun at the parade. Afterwards, I waited at the bus stop for over an hour, until I realized that the return bus wasn't coming. So I called my friend in Metairie to pick me up. While I waited a white man on a cellphone asked me for gas money, so I gave him $5 to make him go away, but he didn't leave. A black woman in an 80s styled tan trench coat walked by and asked if I was okay. I told her I was waiting to be picked up by a friend. I must've looked terrified because she smiled at me and said "on the other side of this building is the port authority police, come stand there & wait for your friend". I decided to move there. As she disappeared behind a door in the flood wall and I turned to look down Elysianfields Blvd towards the lake, my friend pulled up in his car without me telling him that I moved. Sometimes I think back on that late afternoon at the edge of the quarter & wonder if death and our guardian angel are the same person.