Life in the Lost Lane A collective of English Gentlemen

Thursday, November 21 I think that a dead body is a dead body. The dead don't care anymore, they cannot care about their corpses, as they no longer have the ability. At the end of life comes death. Silence. There can be no complaints amonst the din of the silence of death. The dead don't dare, only the living do. I'm all for it (the dissection) and, had I been more alert would have paid the money and taken my chances. I only pity those who define their narrow existences by complaining. Perhaps these people, the "moral elements" in society, are subconciously the most aware that death is silence and conclude, life is noise? posted by E! @ 4:55 PM		about Hello and welcome from Life in the Lost Lane. L3 as it has become known is a fairly dynamic collection of reflections and meditations from a wide selection of authors. L3 attempts to bring the pain, pleasure and perversion of our individual world (s) to millions. Contributors are carefully vetted for writing style, insight and the ability to spin a rich tale. More than that, it is the drive and focus of the writers, who all push to define their ‘digital-selves’ that makes them and you welcome here. If you dislike/like/react/detest what you read here, or even fancy writing yourself, why not let us know. Clicking the author’s name will get you the email address you need to enter Life in the Lost Lane. archive links blog home bbc news NuBreaks ny times the register zero paid