by ChainGangGuy » Fri Aug 22, 2003 7:04 am
1. An oxygen tank, there won't be a whole lot of air down there, and just in case I were not dead, I'll have it.
2. A cell phone, again in the case that I am buried by mistake, I want a way to call and tell the Jonsey (or at least the Comedy of Savings) to come dig me the fuck up.
3. An alarm clock, set to wake me up five hours after I'm buried, just so I don't sleep until the lithium battery dies on the fucking cell phone, and even if I am dead, people will hear that alarm for a really long time, and say what you will about leaving an impression on someone so as to have them remember you, they'll remember me real well when they show my exhumed corpse on the five o'clock news, just because some elderly lady called the cops when she heard the Moody Blues six feet under her feet.
I guess that's not what you expected...seeing as how I'm supposed to let go of life, and realize death is inevitable, but I really think if I had to choose three things to sum up my life, they'd be boring, and wouldn't make sense to anyone but me. It's better to work through a scenario where three items together can work out to some device.
Give me six pounds of TNT.
A foot of wire.
And a pressure switch under my back, so that when I decay to the point where my bones wither away, and the switch goes off, the mini-mall they eventually build on top of me goes up in flames.
1. An oxygen tank, there won't be a whole lot of air down there, and just in case I were not dead, I'll have it.
2. A cell phone, again in the case that I am buried by mistake, I want a way to call and tell the Jonsey (or at least the Comedy of Savings) to come dig me the fuck up.
3. An alarm clock, set to wake me up five hours after I'm buried, just so I don't sleep until the lithium battery dies on the fucking cell phone, and even if I am dead, people will hear that alarm for a really long time, and say what you will about leaving an impression on someone so as to have them remember you, they'll remember me real well when they show my exhumed corpse on the five o'clock news, just because some elderly lady called the cops when she heard the Moody Blues six feet under her feet.
I guess that's not what you expected...seeing as how I'm supposed to let go of life, and realize death is inevitable, but I really think if I had to choose three things to sum up my life, they'd be boring, and wouldn't make sense to anyone but me. It's better to work through a scenario where three items together can work out to some device.
Give me six pounds of TNT.
A foot of wire.
And a pressure switch under my back, so that when I decay to the point where my bones wither away, and the switch goes off, the mini-mall they eventually build on top of me goes up in flames.