Why do I turn into Sagittarius A* when I see other girls flirting with you?

I don’t think telling you I turn into a black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy is an accurate enough description on how it makes me feel when I see other girls flirting with you

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Big Pharma doesn’t have a pill for my kind of obsession

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Also when I look at a galaxy it looks like a bunch of paint that’s being drained down a tub, so all that stuff is going somewhere and likely the same place we go when we die, so I don’t want my energy being messed with in any shape, form, or fashion when I die.

Do not drain the blood from my body, do not pump my body full of chemicals, do not remove my organs, just put me in a fucking box and put me somewhere and let me take 10,000 years to deteriorate, yeah?

Cool.

Because I never thought having a grave to crawl into would be something that I would have to worry about but it is.

I want a grave to crawl the fuck into and I don’t want my body being messed with when I die. I don’t want my hair being touched, I don’t want my skin being touched, don’t fucking touch me, don’t fucking touch me, just put me in a fucking box.

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I wanna dissolve at an incredibly slow rate. Because blood is the sun and bones are the Earth.

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You can’t have my organs when I die, I am a selfish motherfucker and I am not an organ donor.

Mine!

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Let me rot in peace, without any manmade chemicals inside me to “preserve me”.

Don’t fucking preserve me.

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(Unless for science to clone me or bring me back digitally).

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