death and molls
So I've been going through a morbid phase...and so I thought I'd like to put down some things I'd want. First, I want as much of me donated as possible...every part that's usable, use it. My funeral, small. Probably family only. no friends. no acquaintances that are just there to get the day off or to grab attention and have people pity them. I hate that. I remember in middle school a friend of mine died, and some people (i.e. people who didn't like him or never talked to him) sobbed and cried and made these elaborate shows to get out of class and go see the counselor...I've never been more sickened. Sometimes people disgust me. Making a mockery of someones memory.
I wish live could be like a science fiction flick. Like when I die i'd just evaporate into the air and everyone would just immediately forget.
Or a mobster movie in which I could be a glamorous moll with a pinstripe mini dress and short sexy hair with a big hat and bright red lipstick. I could have doubts and go to the cops to leak some information to save an innocent man (who I just happened to fall in love with and who never betrayed me and who I have really, REALLY great sex with). Then my mobster boyfriend (wearing a sexy pinstripe suit with red suspenders and a sweet pair of spats) finds out and he corners me and after a really sexy kiss he shoots me in the head.
Or like a adventure flick where I get a job with the peace corp and and become involved in an elaborate effort to save the prime minister and just as he's about to get shot I jump in front of him and take the bullet.
Or a romantic comedy in which I leave a relationship and open up a pastry shop. Business does badly until a mysterious stranger walks through my door and has sex with me behind the pastry counter....and I die from the asbestos tiles in the floor. He of course is sad and ends up going through massive surgery and sex changes to look exactly like me and assumes my identity to live in my place and become me. He joins in with porn and becomes the most expensive and sought after pornography star EVER! Okay, maybe that isn't a romantic comedy. BUT IT SHOULD BE!
I wish live could be like a science fiction flick. Like when I die i'd just evaporate into the air and everyone would just immediately forget.
Or a mobster movie in which I could be a glamorous moll with a pinstripe mini dress and short sexy hair with a big hat and bright red lipstick. I could have doubts and go to the cops to leak some information to save an innocent man (who I just happened to fall in love with and who never betrayed me and who I have really, REALLY great sex with). Then my mobster boyfriend (wearing a sexy pinstripe suit with red suspenders and a sweet pair of spats) finds out and he corners me and after a really sexy kiss he shoots me in the head.
Or like a adventure flick where I get a job with the peace corp and and become involved in an elaborate effort to save the prime minister and just as he's about to get shot I jump in front of him and take the bullet.
Or a romantic comedy in which I leave a relationship and open up a pastry shop. Business does badly until a mysterious stranger walks through my door and has sex with me behind the pastry counter....and I die from the asbestos tiles in the floor. He of course is sad and ends up going through massive surgery and sex changes to look exactly like me and assumes my identity to live in my place and become me. He joins in with porn and becomes the most expensive and sought after pornography star EVER! Okay, maybe that isn't a romantic comedy. BUT IT SHOULD BE!