I may have mentioned this before but I want to die on stage. I know most people want to take their dirt nap in bed but it does sound dreadfully boring.

I also want my death to taste good, it should be like a gourmet meal or the chocolate frosted chocolate cake my aunt used to make when she was happy back before she set herself on fire one day because her husband looked at another woman.

I remember the time I transubstantiated into a necrotic robot.

I want my life to taste like dinner at the Supper Club in Amsterdam where you lie in a bed and a four hour long meal is served to you with fine wines and avant-garde entertainment a down tempo dj and moody low lighting and couples making out next to you, that’s what I want to remembered as on peoples tongues.

In their ears I want them to remember psychedelic drive in music, low fi B movies, Edgar Allan UFO, and a spaced out soundtrack to a night club on the Egyptian side of Mars that’s what they should hear and remember when I breathe my last.

Conspire to expire when I transpire.