Tuesday, 1 May 2018

My Last Everything

On the whole, you don't tend to know when something you're enjoying is the last one you'll have. You probably don't know what your last meal is, unless you have a date with the state. You don't know what the last time you'll laugh is, the last orgasm, the last moment of happiness.

You don't, but I do.

Not yours, don't bother asking. My own. I know exactly when my last laugh, last meal, last breath, will be. And it's not for a long time, so it's a blessing, really.

I do know!

Fine, shoot me!


Um, ok, maybe not...

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