Authors Note: Should be read out loud with as little breath in between as possible. Enjoy.
If I fucking explode will I release enough soul stained energy across the floor to leave something of note? Will the blood and guts of my being coloring the concrete floor leave a pretty picture or will it randomly be interpreted by scholars as an ode to life itself? My brain matter can be sculpted by children as an electric play doh, maybe digested so they can see my memories and walk in my feet and pray not for death and weep not for life. Explode! I think I would if I could, setting off that small, half hidden self destruct button we all have deep within our navel. I would push it without caution or thought, all impulse and madness and life. My head would fly high above the clouds, escape the atmosphere and be used to create civilization some millions of years in the future in some place we will never hear about. Streamers of ever changing colors will pour down from my neck and fire fireworks to every city, town, and village. And for a night the whole world will be covered in the glow of my death and my life.
