I have made a decision on how I would like my body disposed when I have permanently run out of breath. It is perfect. It will be my dream realized only in my death . . . . immortality.
I want to be cremated. My ashes will be mixed with a paint medium of my choosing on a canvas perhaps of my choosing. I have time to think of the details, especially since I still have yet to play with alot of painting techniques. I want people close to me to paint me. Not necessarily a self portrait, but how people remember me. The physical form is only a point to visually recognize a person, I want the person encased in my shell to be portrayed.
Idea#2 - Killed by another
This one is simple . . . . cremate me, mesh my ashes with silver and make some bullets. I will list down the firearms of my choosing . . . either someone go back avenge me or we hire someone. Rule of thumb . . . two to the chest, one to the head. If there are any rounds left, fire it into ocean so that my soul might cool down of its heated rage.










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Our love is a bed of nails - Bed of Nails by Alice Cooper
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- Broseidon, Lord of the Brocean
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if it ain't broke. break it.
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if it ain't broke. break it.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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if it ain't broke. break it.
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