I want to put my jackhammer in your crack... to fix something
what is death, but a realization and continual function of reality... ive always wanted to move to the other microbial universe that has brouht us some knowledge of the afterlife, which is nonexistent... what shall i do with my favorite idea of suicidal transcendence... help me... i dont want sex, i want a relationship, but at the same time ive given up on everything that has a function in sexuality... hmmmm... something has to change, but nothing will for the moment as i contemplate masturbating to a gay porn, watching it go in and out, and some other person sopping up the juices and oozing matter... lata hopefully, lata... i wont die, yet, but something is in the air... something like a decomposing corpse, that has embedded itself into my mental process...