always true

In a few hours, I might die. This is always true.

 

I didn't make this and forgot to note who did. I'll attribute properly tomorrow, maybe.

 I probably won’t though. Die, that is. Soon, at least.

General anesthesia is a new drug for me, though.

(Even for my eyeballs surgery I was awake. I’ve had to stay awake through many awful things.)

No way to know how it will go. This is always true, too.

Anyway, I love you all. 

Except for you…

Jesus fucking fuckhat I’m a bitch.

If you’re reading this I probably do love you.

My “last one” playlist turned out equal parts emo/goth and punk and weird.

I’ll probably get to hear it again…

Probably.

Certainty is laughable all the way down to parts of pieces of molecules.

I purposely put off listening to the new Episode of Nightvale so I expect I’ll stick around just for that.

‘Cause that shit would bug if I died.

Just kidding.

I won’t exist anymore.

I might die very soon. This is always true.

I ate a donut stick late last night even though the gluten tore me up.

I walked in sunshine with Olan today.

I felt Sprouty move underneath my arm.

I finished writing my book.

I read some Heinlein.

I did some living today. I might die very soon.

I’m gonna focus on making that first declaration as always true as the second.

I wonder, will the grave pit be shallow or deep?

Anyway, in like 7 hours, I will be unconscious with a camera up my ass. Which sounds a lot more fun that it will be.

Peace out, beansprouts.

-Evey