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Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
Fairbanks'
Medical Assistance in Dying
The Viscount Heptonstall-Fairbanks
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TO PLEASUREWALKERS & RACEWALKERS
& RACEWALKING SHALL BE A WIDTH OF A LANE OR LINE, NOT A JUDGE OF A FOOT'S LIFT
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ONE.
I understand death is simply a lack of ability to eat, in some dimension.
TWO.
"But the dead simply do not eat?"
"The dead do not breathe."
THREE.
I detest food, most of it.
I dream of gin palaces and gin as my food alone. I cannot find this socially nor politically tenable, much less legally allowed at a certain point.
FOUR.
Not one psychotherapist, doctor or nurse has asked me if I owned weapons, explosives or ammunition: I own no such weapons at all.
Rather, they ask stupid and vague questions as if I am going to supply a further and implied question—
Do I currently seek medical assistance in dying? Perhaps.
Do I contemplate medical assistance in dying often? Yes, I contemplate medical assistance in dying all the time. I am in love with the idea of a doctor killing me, perhaps with more luxuries than a Texan death row.
I am obsessed with medical assistance in dying, especially as a final therapy given to myself.
FIVE.
Inmates and defendants in their presumed death rows are free to surrender to medical assistance in dying. Why can't any and all surrender as well? Why does any state have a monopoly on the surrender to medical assistance in dying, especially for only the rituals of guilt?
I wish to declare that here I seek medical assistance in dying more than many if not most. At least I seek the consultation.
SIX.
I tell the gods and great spirits that I am constantly dying. I know my body sheds in a constant transformation, moment to moment. All I see is death that allows for further sound of one's holy spirit, celestial fire from literal heavens and celestial bodies. Stellar winds scorch my veins, against any concern for disease.
And so I encounter the signs of 911 and 988: Yes, I am very interested in medical assistance in dying, nothing else will suffice. I seek the same first-class medical assistance in dying, perhaps beyond any death row.
SEVEN.
I ever seek to offend the Texas Legislature in this way: I do not care if a doctor discusses killing me through medical assistance in dying, and I am transexual by default.
My wife of Quebec often uses the men's restroom without fear. She allows her precious female and alabaster buttocks to touch a dirty toilet seat a man had formerly claimed as his sole dominion. I imagine she is not offended by me doing this act in vice-versa.
Beyond that warbound anarchy, I simply do not care if my life is ever threatened as formally as possible by a doctor's hand.
I simply no longer care to be bound by such offense found in the Texas Legislature of the early 21st century.
I am so out of law!
EIGHT.
Food bores me, I am tired of living in a body that ever merely seeks only food.
I hate eating more and more as the years pass. Perhaps I have leukemia, likely benign. Perhaps I am anorexic. None care so far.
The practitioners still ask their stupid forensic questions outside of that concern!
Everyone wants me as a craven animal, desperate for a wild and feral design, by the answers they imply as most desired. Non. Non. Non.
I simply seek medical assistance in dying, since it appears to be the American medical systems just want me dead, with no means to die stated. So I ever state my own method of death:
I am very interested in medical assistance in dying.
NINE.
I have no doctor at present. Doctors merely say I may be sad when I have not complained of sadness or hollowness. I do not feel sad nor hollow.
I merely hate food. And medical assistance in dying is cheaper than food and comprehensive health insurance.
I have complained that I hate food, and that I rather undergo medical assistance in dying than pay for most of it.
TEN.
What triggered this? Vultures.
A lorry decimated a Ford Mustang south of Belmont, Texas' bridge. And people attended to that dead driver and his vehicle for hours merely because he was dead.
People are vultures with health and mortality.
I want a finer narrative than ever dying in a Mustang, with vultures tending to my instant and speedy demise.
I am very interested in medical assistance in dying. No investigation, no higher motive or cause. I seek to die by the hand of a doctor, if I must ever die intentionally.
I have no other cause here than medical assistance in dying, as my own, sovereign and personal death row.
‘The Most Beautiful Suicide’: A Violent Death, an Immortal Photo by Ben Cosgrove and Robert C. Wiles, TIME. A trigger here too.
ELEVEN.