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being dead is a big fucking drag
it was kind of cool for the first few years but now the charm’s really worn off you see, i always wanted to be dead well, for as long as i can remember it just seemed so much more comfortable than walking around, eating, having sex blah blah blah maybe i’m just a really lazy bastard but lying around underground sounded like a good deal get a job, get a girl, phhht fuck it when i grow up i’m going to be DEAD dead people don’t have to do tax returns and now i’m finally dead and it isn’t all i had it sussed out to be for starters, it’s really exhausting... and NOISY, damn, i thought people talked too much in high school but down here? it’s about all me and them can do and they do it. a LOT i know you’re not allowed to take it all with you but couldn’t they have let me bring in some fucking earplugs or something? it’s really hard to get some decent rest around here anyways, i have to get back to being dead tell dad i said hi if you see him and make sure they cremate him when he does go i don't want to have to spend eternity the next plot over from him (no offense dad, but you're way too loud) |