So this probably sounds very foreboding, but bear with me here.
Today I had to walk to school today(like most other days)and just outside of our elementary school(thats on the way to my school)was dead skunk, it was like, ripped in half by a tire and magpies were all up and eating it. I wanted to stop and take a picture, but then i was like, "no, just let the beast enjoy its final rest," and I continued on, but, honestly though I wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the fact that when I went to cross the street I couldn't breath all the sudden. Along the years I have had a few ways that I wanted to go out, such as; getting hit by a car, plain simple, easy to achieve, or die in a forest and have my body go missing so when everyone else gives up the conspiracy theorists will remember me because it takes a lot to kill a theory. Today, however my ideal way to die was amped up a bit. I thought that I would get some fatal hit and instead of a final breath, like a normal person, I would have a final wind, like a skunk, as potent as one too I guess, so if i died in the forest they'll just be like, "ew, skunk, time to head the other way," I dunno why I have thoughts like this, but at the same time they never fail to amaze me. (PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NOT SUICIDAL I JUST HAVE A WEIRD HEAD!!!)
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