Day 3…. I can feel the tumors impinging on my frontal lobe. My brain feels engorged, pressing against its calcium packaging. Which will be the first to give? Will my brain burst and hemorrhage like a deflated balloon? Will my skull crack open like a bird greeting the world for the first time? Will it be my mind? My very soul!? Will I cry? Piss my pants maybe? Maybe shit and cum? God I hope so. It’s only a matter of time now…. adieu….