The sun's crashing down...
I've got eight minutes left until I die... Well, less than that now. Well, less than that before I typed. So let's do this.
7 minutes.
Hmm... I'm thinking of what to say before I die. I think that you're supposed to have some great collage of crap flying through your head. These are supposed to be important life events. All I can think about is playing that Streetlight Manifesto CD. I realize I dont' have the CD, i'll just pop in my Catch-22 CD.
6 minutes.
Fuck. I spent most of this minute looking for the Catch-22 CD, to find out it's not in my CD Jacket. That's not fair. Prisoner's get a last meal. I can't even get a last CD. I pop in the Ramones CD instead, thinking of a good song to play at the end.
5 minutes.
I spent most of this minute typing up what happened in the last minute. Fuck. I'm really stupid sometimes. I'm about to fucking die!
4 minutes.
There. Now we got some time. I have just pressed play on the Ramones CD. I'm playing Blitzreig Bop because it's the first track. I'm hoping to time a certain song so it'll end when I die. That's the most I could ask for, right?
I just saved some time by typing all my minutes. This will control my pacing, I think...
3 minutes.
Man, I really wish I had something to say. I also wish I finished my math homework, too. So things go. :P
Hmm...
The only thing I can think of is my CD player, as I switch the track to the song I wanted. I'm not even sure what track the song I want is on. I'm crossing my fingers on this one.
2 minutes.
There's so much I want to say. So much people to thank. So much people to fuck off... But I can't say anything.
1 minute.
The right song plays as I die, and these words echo in my head...
Today your love
Tomorrow the World
Goodbye friends and enemies.
7 minutes.
Hmm... I'm thinking of what to say before I die. I think that you're supposed to have some great collage of crap flying through your head. These are supposed to be important life events. All I can think about is playing that Streetlight Manifesto CD. I realize I dont' have the CD, i'll just pop in my Catch-22 CD.
6 minutes.
Fuck. I spent most of this minute looking for the Catch-22 CD, to find out it's not in my CD Jacket. That's not fair. Prisoner's get a last meal. I can't even get a last CD. I pop in the Ramones CD instead, thinking of a good song to play at the end.
5 minutes.
I spent most of this minute typing up what happened in the last minute. Fuck. I'm really stupid sometimes. I'm about to fucking die!
4 minutes.
There. Now we got some time. I have just pressed play on the Ramones CD. I'm playing Blitzreig Bop because it's the first track. I'm hoping to time a certain song so it'll end when I die. That's the most I could ask for, right?
I just saved some time by typing all my minutes. This will control my pacing, I think...
3 minutes.
Man, I really wish I had something to say. I also wish I finished my math homework, too. So things go. :P
Hmm...
The only thing I can think of is my CD player, as I switch the track to the song I wanted. I'm not even sure what track the song I want is on. I'm crossing my fingers on this one.
2 minutes.
There's so much I want to say. So much people to thank. So much people to fuck off... But I can't say anything.
1 minute.
The right song plays as I die, and these words echo in my head...
Today your love
Tomorrow the World
Goodbye friends and enemies.