February 04, 2010 - 1:06
A watermelon grows from a seed in my stomach. It bursts my internal organ.
My hair grows inverted, into my pores, I cannot sweat out any toxins.
My eyes roll back into my skull, remarkably down my throat and I die from horror, not blindness.
I get in a fight with a maniac.
I shoot a toy gun and accidentally, it has a true bullet.
My teeth shatter, I swallow them, and they shred my innards like glass.
I don't care how it happens.