The Real Folk Blues

"A man injured his leg during a hunt. In the middle of the savanna with no means to treat the wound, the leg rots, and death approaches. As he lay dying an airplane arrives and rescues him. Traveling in it he looks down and sees a land of pure white below him. The place glistening in the light was the summit of a snow covered mountain. The name of the mountain was Kilimanjaro.
As he watches, the man realizes that was where he was headed...

I hate this story. Men only think about the past right before their death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive."
~Jet Black
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"There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths and was reborn a million times, and was owned by various people who he didn't care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. One day, the cat was a free cat, a stray. He met a female white cat, and the two cats spent their days happily together. Years passed, and the white cat died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, and then died. It never came back to life...

I hate that story... I hate cats."
~Spike Spiegel


"Un hombre se herio la pierna durante una caza. En mitad de la savanna, sin medios de limpiar la herida, la pierna pudre y la muerte se acerca. Tumbado, esperando el fin un avion lo encuentra y rescata. Una vez a salvo y volando el hombre mira por la ventana y ve debajo de si una tierra completamente blanca y brillante. El lugar que reluce en la luz es la cumbre de la montaña Kilimanjaro. Mientras mira, el hombre se da cuenta de que aqui es a donde se dirigia...

Odio este cuento. El hombre solo piensa en el pasado justo antes de morir, como si buscase frenéticamente pruebas de haber vivido."
~Jet Black
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"Una vez hubo un gato a rayas. Este gato murio un million de veces, y renacio un million mas. Tuvo varios dueños, todos le resultaban poco importantes. El gato no tenia miedo a morir. Un dia el gato se encontro callejero; libre. Conocio a una gata blanca, y los dos pasaron sus dias juntos, felices. Los años pasaron y la gata blanca se murio. El gato a rayas lloro un million de veces, y despues murio. No volvio a la vida...

Odio este cuento tambien. Odio los gatos..."
~Spike Spiegel