There
are only three ways to die:
1.)
You find them.
2.)
They find you.
3.)
You kill yourself.
I'm
not good at hide and seek, so I chose option number three. Kurt
Cobain is a hero of mine, but I couldn't do it his way. Same thing
with the Plath solution; I don't think they make gas ovens anymore.
Man, famous people used to go out big, or creative. Now it's all
pills and pills and pills.
I'm
not famous, but if I pulled this off, maybe I would be a little. I
decided to go out with a real red bubble bath. Something about that
appealed to me, turned its face right in my direction.
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Suitably creepy. I like that you actually dug through the utility closet when you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteThe constant urinating is a nice touch.
Read this to Tully as a bedtime story. She seemed to like it. She really giggled when the guy got his neck snaped. She is a creepy fucker.
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