Before i die, i'd like to fall asleep sitting on the toilet one night.
With my head on my fist pondering much like The Thinker.
Only instead of pondering humanity at the gates of oblivion i'd be pondering weather to shit where i'm sitting or to shift a bit and vomit in the tub.
i'd wake up having done niether and make all of you beautiful people breakfast.
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