Writer's Block: A Last Day Well Spent
I'd grab my bestest of friends, and a picnic set, drive down to some countryside place, like a big hill where you can clearly see the sun, and just chill out through my last hours... there'd be cake and beer, and we'd talk, and maybe play about.
I'd say all the things that I never thought of mentioning to anyone, like embarrassing things. I'd tell them everything, and I'd want them to tell me everything about themselves as well.
That's about it really... Oh, maybe I'd bring a big panoramic kind of canvas and a lot of expensive oil paints, and we'd all paint something, or maybe I'd just let them paint and see what they come up with. Of course it wouldn't matter what they painted.
Actually, instead of leaving this till the day I die, maybe I'll make it like an annual tradition type thing with my friends. Picnicking in the countryside, away from everything and everyone else, with beer, cake and friends... and maybe fireworks or laser-tag.
Hmm, I look forward to it.
I'd say all the things that I never thought of mentioning to anyone, like embarrassing things. I'd tell them everything, and I'd want them to tell me everything about themselves as well.
That's about it really... Oh, maybe I'd bring a big panoramic kind of canvas and a lot of expensive oil paints, and we'd all paint something, or maybe I'd just let them paint and see what they come up with. Of course it wouldn't matter what they painted.
Actually, instead of leaving this till the day I die, maybe I'll make it like an annual tradition type thing with my friends. Picnicking in the countryside, away from everything and everyone else, with beer, cake and friends... and maybe fireworks or laser-tag.
Hmm, I look forward to it.