Things really suck when you've been an endel/CLCZ for as long as you have, and you've seen other animals (especially dead black dogs) come and go. I don't remember how long ago, but I remember when everyone was supposedly a dead church grim/black shuck.

My death doesn't really seem to present itself as me refusing/forgetting to eat. It shows itself as me getting acid reflux, dizziness, extreme amounts of gas, abdominal pain, and refusing/forgetting to perform pointless and annoying hygiene tasks.

Killed to be a shambling dog corpse, forced to take a shower.

I get so pumped when corpses are maggoty. I feel like that's so unseen, particularly in art.

There is a small chance we are an alive/semi-alive dog. We may have been vivisected and had our brain operated on in such a way that made us believe we were dead. In other words, we're like Snitter.

I wonder if I cause people to get into car crashes. I wouldn't be mad at that at all. I like car crashes, on account of my possible symphorophilia. Of course, though, I still have to watch Crash. My fear of sex is partially what prevents me.