A long time ago, whenever I got too near the edges, I'd find solace in the knowledge that I've got my Amazing Technicolour Dream Parachute ready, just in case. So it seemed proper that I asked him, What Color is Your Parachute, boy? He told me he was colourblind. So I remarked, Well your current Parachute will just do its basic functions for now, but maybe we could go shopping for a tres cool airfloater round next month - I'm a bit busy procrastinating on the internets right now. And I've forgotten where's the best place to shop for a Parachute now anyways - maybe my brain might remember in the days, months, millennia to come. He said OK, d'accord, fine, suka hati engkau lah perempuan, yes, love, whatever love wants XD.

Came following Monday he reluctantly went skydiving and plunged 20,000 feet to his death coz there were slashes in chute. Fun, eh?

Now I've developed a well-hidden phobia for skydiving and Parachutes but sometimes I find that it is a necessary evil to be equipped with the latter when treading the edges of life. I usually will try to conceal the fact that my 'bagpack' is really a chutepak, full-sized. Who knows what kind of crazie might want to slash my chute with Uzis just the moment I got careless and didn't do a thorough check before pulling the chord. I'm often so clumsy that no one will think it is an accident.

If I had my way, I'd want my chute to Kevlar AND Teflon just in case I've cultivated a pyromanic nemesis during the course of my drugged-out journeys. But most times, whenever the need to venture into these treacherous terrains arose, I'd normally follow routes already with safety nets. It's getting trickier tho, coz I still need to muster up so much courage to even perfom this simple task. I'm tired and drained, too.

So sometimes I think he was lucky that he fell. They said you can levitate in Heaven [or Hell - demons & their minions have wings too!] One doesn't need a Parachute of any Color then!

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