Boom!

I don't really "live every day like it's my last."

You see, I'm one of those people who wants to go out with a BOOM! or a CRASH! or maybe even a POW!  Not literally of course.  I'd prefer to not date my exclamations.

The way I see it is that there's not a huge point in anything, so screw it.  I want to be remembered, but not forever.  The idea that a couple thousand years from now no one will remember me is completely foreign and interesting to me.  Newspapers for a week, news for a month, talk for a year, and done.  That's a big enough BOOM! for me.

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