Jesus. Get wasted off tap water, fuck yeah. Plus, I could just tell people it's a sin not to blow me when they see me.
I would like to come back as myself so I can finish whatever I am supposed to be doing/haven't started
So i could fuck shit up, have girls tell me my fingers are like batteries, and then run away to mars and make a giant city made of pristine glass permeating the suns rays in a galactic symphony of harmonious sounds. Except there isnt sound in space, damn.
i wouldnt, i would chill in a void in between dimensions for a few billions years, then when i get lonely i'll create a butieful place like this...