UntitledI wonder what it would feel like if my mind stopped working and my heart stopped beating. I wonder what would happen if all the food ran out and the all the water became dry. Can you imagine what it would be like to slowly die, and become a vegetable? Your bones would all shrivel up, your skin so frail and thin that it breaks when touched, your hair falls out by the handfuls.... Then you realize that you do not exist at all. |
UntitledIf I wake up before I die i'll never sleep again- I'll tattoo a poisonous snake on my back, ride a Harley on a highway wet with rain spend 40 days in a desert and not let God win. I'll get a scar on my face from a back alley fight. Use an entire night riding after the moon, force stares when I walk into a room. I'll go where hate learned to feel and hide. Shave off my hair and paint my skull red. Place pattern scarification on my neck and wrists I'll bungee jump on a rope that's two feet too long. Won't speak for a week except to laugh and hiss, while I crush little yellow butterflies in my palm. I'll climb a mountain and slip on a moss covered rock, beat the shit out of a 6' 250 pound jock Burn my books and bury their ashes in the wet muddy ground. I'll learn more than any sane person should know, soon I won't need to eat or breathe. I'll survive on thick freedom and the sweat of the sea. When I finally die i'll rot on the ground where I lie. To the vultures i'll donate my organs- then i'll voluntarily die. |