Whelp, I'm Still Alive...

TL;DR I gobbled-up a mole of acetylsalicylic acid, wishing for a protracted, drawn-out execution for the crime of being... As I began to feel my guts melt, I waddled-outside beneath the full moon, staring straight through into that sole light in the dead of night, a stray shooting star licked it's face. From within the depths of my inner Eros, I felt myself mumbling I wish to live...

As the salicylate poisoning began to set-in, that savage beastly Eros began to overwhelm my will power to see this sentence through to the end, as I dialed 911, telling them what had happened in between bloody bouts of vomiting.

Before I could politely decline the ambulance ride, I found myself hooked up to an IV bicarb drip at The Hospital with 1 mg of IV lorazepam soaring through my veins, shrouding my inner disgrace before the face of my failure to waddle through death's door once more...

I was discharged from that hell-hole yesterday, and figured that I may as well finish off this tale with saying that I have since come to terms with the conditions of my parole in The World of The Living, and that for now I am content with this mortal coil I am still stuck in.

Zei Gezunt,

-Godsmacker

PS I'd recommend all who have experienced, or would like to know more about, such haunting pasts to read through Kafka's Letter To His Father; it's a fantastic piece of literature which inspired the style through which my original entry/narration was told in.