Confession of a serial cotard banger.


Working the pipeline is a dirty thankless job for a greatoutdoorsman. Every day I sweat and ache. Gritting my teeth in the hot sun I wipe my brow with an oily rag and work on. “Get out to field nine and see why there’s a pressure leak” my forman yells from the open window of his company truck. I slide the shaft of my tool back into its dry bag and throw the dusty tool bag back into the passenger seat of my 78 Datsun 210. 

My domicile

Banging cotards is really what I’m all about, working the pipeline is just a way to fill the daylight hours until I can get back on the prowl for the cool blue kiss of a goth girl with no will to live. 

                  –  Webster’s says. –

Cotard delusion is a rare mental illness in which the affected person holds the delusional belief that they are already dead, do not exist, are putrefying, or have lost their blood or internal organs.

“The night is young
And full of possibilities
Well, come on and let yourself be free, yeah
My love for you (love for you, love for you)
So long I’ve been savin’
Tonight was made for me and you


You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(Ring my bell, ding-dong-ding)
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(Ring my bell, ring-a-ring-a-ring)
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(Ring my bell, ding-dong-ding)
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(Ring my bell, ring-a-ring-a-ring)
You can ring my bell
You can ring my bell
(Ding, dong, ding, ah-ah, ring it)
You can ring my bell, anytime, anywhere
(Ring it, ring it, ring it, ring it, ow)”

Disco

Seems I watched one too many documentaries about damsels in distress and made it my mission to look into the cold not dead eyes of every cotard in this rotten town. Something about a hypervolemic girl in the back seat of my car just makes my life seem perfect. 

What about you? You seen this documentary?

Insert video of not dead chick

Hot or not?

Well What do you think out there in the greatoutdoors? Is not dead but thinks they’re dead chicks for you?