TO HELL WITH THE BRAT
I wouldn't mind getting shot in the
head from a decent, marksman's
distance; something to take me
down in a lively and quick second.
Forehead. Back of the head. I don't
care. The main thing would be blind
speed; done in, like a nano moment.
'Go down, Moses,' and all that crud.
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You can stretch my cataclysm blow-out
chambers very wide. Blood falls where
blood falls, and every second counts, right?
I'd find somewhere to fit in, as all I do is
read - so no one will miss me anyway.
I think I'm getting too gone for this life.
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