Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

auroracita wants to know the answers to FIVE QUESTIONS.

So here we go:

1. What would you choose to be your last meal?

Dead serious, human flesh, no question. Don't lie and say you've never been curious. I'd want that, and baked beans, and kim chi, and kohlrabi, and cheesecake, and root beer, and bacon and sushi and...

2. If you could have one great mystery of history solved for you, what would it be?

I have a number of them, but we'll just go with one.
Hmmm...
How about...Roswell. What the shit really went down? Even if there were no alien, that was some crazyass stuff.

3. What's your concept of the afterlife?

Don't so much have one. Becoming a bit of all things would make me perfectly happy.

4. What is the single greatest regret of your life?

Not sure that I really have one, truth be told. Maybe...good lord, who knows? I'm sure I could figure one out, but...
Remind me later, maybe I'll have thought of one.

5. Casket or cremation? Why?

Cremation. Better yet, just leave me in a never-visited bit of forest somewhere. Why should I give a shit about my body? Especially caskets. WHY DO WE PUT DEAD PEOPLE IN CASKETS SEALED IN VAULTS UNDER DIRT?! What, do we need me to be MiB or some shit?

If, through some fluke, I end up being buried, this had better be my tombstone:



I am still accepting requests.

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