i had this idea about relaxing all my corporeal muscles
and waiting for them to form bedsores; warm little pus-holes
i'd drug control the pain until nothing remained but hunger,
and the facial impulses that control the smile function
and by the last mile of the marathon i'd be hung low across my bed,
yellow dripping flesh hanging down like locks of dread
this thought entered my head like the spit of a bad lover
who doesn't care who you are, just some dead fat fucker

"I'm gonna get super smart, so I too can die"
- Lil' Jimmy

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