NOTE 2

 I have been for a piss. evidently not dead yet. keep writing. something might dawn on you. so it is my second note begins only moments after my first. these frigid fingers type at the plastic in patterns. i love my family so much. i just wanted to say love is the answer. i don't wish to be Anon when i am gone and do expect good treatment in terms of literature. it's only polite. 200 anti-psychotics. i should be dead within 5 minutes but i keep going. i need to lie back, get a hard on, which is difficult now and anticipate Hell. i hope that death is sleep with no dreams. my bodyis starting to process the intake. i love my friends too. what happened? was it the curse i don't want to menton coming true? was it when you showed someone the sheet where pictures grew and someone else close to them died? was it when you lost the ability to ejaculate? was it the mental illness getting too much? yes is the answer to all the above. i used to love paul and niki and so i still should. i always loved my brothers and sister, and hope their families live long and prosper. i hope the Feds don't take down my final message to them. after all i helped invent the net. this is just a literary experiment. to see how random words can be when you are pressed to the edge.