My memory has been disintegrating
Now it's eating away at my mind
erasing what's left of it.
My memories are all confused
slowly self-destructing
fading like a dream when you wake up
I'm losing my sense of time
I no longer know what happened before or after
Everything's playing inside my head at the same time
It's like watching the same film looping over and over again
A chaos of image, with no order
So I've been writing nights and day for weeks
Trying to put my life down on paper
If I forget everything
These pages will be my memory

What if today is the start of the last week of your life and you have no one?


Yes, other than drinking copious amounts of coffee (with cigarettes of course), what should one be doing?

I can't imagine I would enjoy food. Or shows. Or games. And I doubt I would drink alcohol. A waste of time probably. Drinking, unsobering, sobering, sobbing.


But what if, you could appeal to God in the middle of the week to extend your life? As with all things there will be a catch. If the appeal fails, you die that very night. But if it's a success, you get to live till mid-week, the next week.

Would you appeal?


And what if, appeal is available the same day every week. How long would you keep going at it for? It may sound really strange, but really, is there a method that's mathematically sound?