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| It would be pure bliss to die face down at attention... dressed like this with kneebacks to the sky! |
In my most favorite dream, I am laying face down, anxiously awaiting somebody to inject me with a drug which would render me completely unconscious so that my death would be easier for me to tolerate...and for the all-male crowd to thoroughly enjoy without any bodily movements which would indicate that I am not as unconscious as my executioner would believe.
As soon as it is verified that I am completely unconscious, my executioner pours gasoline all over my prone body...from my head to my feet. As the all-male audience glances at my wet body, they notice how my thighs, calves and kneebacks glisten brightly in the noon sun. When the nearby clock tower chimes the noon hour, my executioner ignites a wooden matchstick and drops it near my left thigh.
Immediately, my body becomes engulfed in flames. Since I am thoroughly unconscious, the flames do their work without any interruption. As I quickly burn to death, smoke from my burning legmeat reaches the noses of my all-male audience, who close their eyes and exalt in the smell of roasting meat...a smell more akin to that of roasting almonds. As the audience continues to watch the conflagration, my clothes begin to burn away, revealing more of my body which they were hiding and are now exposed to the fire.
Within an hour, my once-living and handsomely meaty body was reduced to white ash. The executioner allowed the fire to self-extinguish. Nothing remained that once told people that the ash was all that was left of a handsome 47-year-old man who, while he was alive, thoroughly loved to wear shorts and left it up to the imagination of other men and boys how his muscular legmeat looked while he walked among us.
