What if my... Head were severed. By the gears... of a carbine. And it landed several feet from my convulsing twitching body. On the stump of my neck.
It took seven minutes for the blood to drain. Would I be conscious. Be conscious and able to see?
Initally, I'd be upset. For fucking up... in such a tremendous fashion. But I'd get easily distracted I've got a tendency toward sloth. Be a trooper, keep my chin up. Ponder something pointless.
Am I my head or my body? Am I my body or my head? I think I'm more... ..attached to... ..my head emotionally.
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It's horrible. The average death. In a hospital room Stuck on a Frankenstein machine. I hope I die in a freakish way, by an act of sheer stupidity. Something like....(2x)
Electric shaver in a bathtub. A lunchbox falling from a scaffold, drops twenty floors... ..and crushes... ..me like an insect.
