That's how I want it to end. A footnote on the back of a c***py newspaper, a
short report by some f***** with a bad comb over on the morning news. Something
everyone would discuss that day at work and start their day off thinking about
the uselessness of their own existence. A real water cooler suicide. If you
want to be remembered, you have to go out with a bang, people judge a story
solely on it's ending. You have to give them what they want, blood, s** and
controversy. The more embarrassing the better! Most people can't remember the
singer from INXS' name, but we all know he was found in a hotel room hanging
from his own belt with his limp d*** in hand as a result of an over zealous
game of autoerotic asphyxiation. If he only managed to c** a bit faster, he
might still be alive and we'd probably all have forgotten about him by now. He
has attained the status of a legend through one final, disgusting,
self-gratifying, quasi-suicidal, carnal act. It doesn't matter what you
accomplish in life, as long as you give them something to talk about when you
die. I want to be remembered for one single stupidity I committed, and
completely forgotten for who I really was.
short report by some f***** with a bad comb over on the morning news. Something
everyone would discuss that day at work and start their day off thinking about
the uselessness of their own existence. A real water cooler suicide. If you
want to be remembered, you have to go out with a bang, people judge a story
solely on it's ending. You have to give them what they want, blood, s** and
controversy. The more embarrassing the better! Most people can't remember the
singer from INXS' name, but we all know he was found in a hotel room hanging
from his own belt with his limp d*** in hand as a result of an over zealous
game of autoerotic asphyxiation. If he only managed to c** a bit faster, he
might still be alive and we'd probably all have forgotten about him by now. He
has attained the status of a legend through one final, disgusting,
self-gratifying, quasi-suicidal, carnal act. It doesn't matter what you
accomplish in life, as long as you give them something to talk about when you
die. I want to be remembered for one single stupidity I committed, and
completely forgotten for who I really was.