Sloshed Repartee

To answer Jae’s question, I would be Prudence– bleeding heart and all.  I’d say fuck to all pretenses and declare my undying love for misery.  Perhaps, like Prudence, I should be stuck in a dark room hugging my knees until someone or some folks would sing outside the door to lure me out.  Except I won’t come out.  I’ll stay inside and let the darkness permeate my bones until my joints lock up, my bodily fluids dry out, and I’ll be mummified with only the moths and the ants to benefit what’s left of my rotting and drying carcass.  I would consider other people’s happiness as a personal affront, but instead of taking it out on others, I’ll just flog myself some more, and in my dying moments, I won’t even give myself the dignity of a last breath (Kizuna Satellite), I’ll hold it in and hope that it would create an implosion that would cause my molecules to coagulate, to bundle themselves into tiny little balls that would ultimately disappear , leaving not even a single speck of dust that would only waste this world’s scant real estate.

Oh gad, I’m a horrible drunk.