iN The End...
Sometimes, i think about dying. Not like 'Oh, i'M so Emo! i want to die b/c i can't see the beauty of Reality!' No, that's for emo little monkies that really don't know what true horrors are. There are worse fates than suburbia, ya lousy punk-ass bitches.

But that's a rant i don't feel like gettin' into right now.

No, i wanna talk about dyin'. i think about it fairly often, cuz i never know when imma go. i mean, there's a dude here in B-Town that wants me dead. F'real. i might be walkin' down the street and he'll pop my ass. Boom. The end. Or it might be a car crash. Never know until the moment comes.

So, i think about how i wanna go. i don't want peaceful. i don't want quick and painless. i wanna go down fightin'. Like a pissed off badger. Ever seen a pissed off badger? You won't mess with him. He's mad. And he's a badger. Nuff said. i wanna go down with me teeth clenched, fists flyin', and covered in blood.

Cuz...Quick and painless is good and all, but there's nothin' like knowin' you just left a fight. Whether you won or lost, there's nothin' like that feelin'.

'Cept sex. Now, iffa imma die and know it, i wanna be fuckin' while i go. A-bomb 'bout to drop? imma take Mel inna my room and fuck 'er brains out. Joe, too. Fuck him in the damn ear.

Truth is, i'm afraid of one thing and one thing only. That i may never die. Think about it. Who's to say that, outside of your own head, reality doesn't exist. That the universe runs simply b/c you're here. And once you're gone, there will be nothin'. There fore, you live forever.

How horrible would that be, yo?

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