/lit/ - Literature

>>17676381
i'm a sissy tranny faggot whatever the fuck but i fantasize about dying on my feet in a blaze of gunfire shooting at cops sometimes

Your body is gonna get cut up by stupid ass medical students and your organs will go to NPCs and youll be surrounded by normies in a grave yard and eventually the city will dig you up and crush your bones up and make tooth paste or someshit idk.
Do you want some faggot med student to be looking at your dead dick?

>>17676394

Quickly.

by way of meditation, i will erase myself

>In a drunken haze I slip down the slick snowy hill. "ouch..Must have cut my leg on some buried stump as I fell." I dust myself off and move on deeper into the ravine. "The perfect spot" I think as a walk out onto the outcrop and Gaze down on the frozen stream bellow and up at the beauty of the surrounding wood.

>I sit down against the old oak and pull out the bottle and knock back another drink and think about the times I sat there in that very spot alone with a book or with my pals getting up to no good. I am here alone once again, puffy white flakes fall from the sky around me and dull the vibrations in the air creating an absolutely serene stillness disturbed only by relentless ringing in my ears; Its been a long time since I had heard true silence and I never will again before the end. But here in this still, snow-muffled valley, its about as close to that peace that I will ever get.

>"One more drink for the road." The burning in my throat is about the only part of my body I can feel as the cold penetrates my extremities. I plunge the bottle into the snow beside me, then I sit, as still as the air around me as my shaking comes to halt. my vision is obscured by white-grey blurriness and my consciousness slips away. "Finally, silence."

If it comes to it my plan is to get piss drunk and wander into the nearby wooded area to my favorite spot and die of the cold (becomes more tolerable when you're drunk and gets to like -50 C so it wont take that long)

well first of all the problem is that i am a genuine esl retard so there's nothing like my best prose in english, if anything i would have to post in my native language, that would still be shit prose but at least marginally better than this garbage right here but then no one could read it, anyways i would probably go about it in a rather apathetic fashion (like i do all other things these days), meaning some sort of liquid or pills (barbiturates, opiates, any combination of those really), so probably i would be sitting in front of my speakers and put on some music, maybe some slowcore, ambient or drone, and then just drink the liquid or take the pills, then lean back and just wait. maybe i would panic in the last minutes, i've never really considered that until now, but if i had to guess i'd say the probability of that is fairly low. most likely i would just be sitting there fairly content that it's all over now and enjoying the last moments of listening to music. maybe i'd have some tea aswell, i've really been enjoying this oolong strain as of late.