What would you do if you knew you only had two weeks left to live?

  On 11/16/2013 at 3:52 AM, zaphod said:

first, i would take twelve days and raise money for a charity supposedly set up to grant a dying child his last wish. the money actually goes to me. with the money raised, i would book a flight to london, one way. at the airport, i am greeted by a party bus. it is going to cornwall. the bus is filled with the best escorts from china, japan, ladyboys from thailand, ricky jay doing card tricks, a qrio robot and tim westwood. we arrive in cornwall and i stop into a chip shop and tell them i need to find richard d. james. they give me a map to his lair, located in a cavern near the sea. the party bus unloads and we proceed down the cliffs to a superstructure built into the beach. a slot opens in the ground and a mechanical eye focuses on me. it asks what gifts i have brought, and i produce a burlap sack, soaked with blood, and roll moby's head into the slot. there is chewing and a retching sound, and then a giant door shudders open in the sand. we proceed downward into the structure. after what seems like hours we reach a bank of tv screens in a crystalline room. various aphex twin videos start playing and then a tv in the center of the room displays a hallway. we walk into the tv which is actually a door. we reach a bank vault. a hunchbacked man with glasses opens the vault. i recognize him. it is cylob. he has gone blind and his skin is translucent. he gestures toward a gigantic chair. in the chair sits richard. he stands and walks toward me, cautiously, then he relaxes, recognition in his eyes. he points. "watmm?". i nod and he begins to laugh, a deep melodious sound that reverberates around the vault. tim westwood walks over and offers his hand, but richard smacks it away, growling. he walks up to me and gives me a bear hug. i begin to cry. we set up and proceed to party for the next eight hours. richard, qrio and i run a train on the ladyboys. i give qrio a thumbs up and he breaks tim westwood's neck. we cook and eat tim westwood on richard's indoor grill. when it is over, richard and i walk down the beach, listening to unreleased tracks from selected ambient works volume three. the poison is in its final stage. i stop, out of breath. richard and i sit on the beach and watch the sun rise. i put my head on richard's shoulder and pass out of this world. richard, cylob and all of the escorts make aphex symbols with their hands while qrio paddles me out to sea on a funeral pyre. ricky jay throws a flaming card at the pyre and sets it ablaze. richard claps one of the japanese whores on the back and points up at the sky, laughing through his tears. a new constellation has formed, shaped like a penis.

I have nothing to add. this is the way to do it

what would u do if you only had 50 years left to live?

  On 11/16/2013 at 3:02 AM, AdieuErsatzEnnui said:

 

get lots of pussy.

^

I would have zaphod tell me stories the whole time. I'd die somewhere in the middle.

no homo. but, homo at the same time.

  On 11/16/2013 at 2:25 PM, Adam said:

what would u do if you only had 50 years left to live?

Try to finish up whatever I was doing at the time I guess? I don't know. Talk to my girlfriend/family about it. Try to do something nice for someone. Be scared but morbidly excited to find out what happens when you die.

Kill myself.

Visit the filming locations of Twin Peaks and hike the White Mountains again. And then I'd prolly confine myself to a room with a computer and my gear and just soundtrack my dying moments.

I would walk outside my building and have sex with the first person I encountered.*

* person must consent and be sexually attractive

  On 11/17/2013 at 1:27 AM, mcbpete said:

 

  On 11/16/2013 at 2:25 PM, Adam said:

what would u do if you only had 50 years left to live?

Reluctantly (but consistently) post on WATMM

 

And what if you had 20 years? 2 years? 2 months? 2 weeks? When do you reckon comes the point when one should stop reluctantly (but consistently )posting on WATMM?

I would post on an electronic music forum asking for advice on what to do with my time left.

  On 11/17/2013 at 8:36 AM, LimpyLoo said:

I would walk outside my building and have sex with the first person I encountered.*

 

 

 

* person must consent and be sexually attractive

oh well that's no fun

  On 11/17/2013 at 7:11 PM, yek said:

 

  On 11/17/2013 at 8:36 AM, LimpyLoo said:

I would walk outside my building and have sex with the first person I encountered.*

 

 

 

* person must consent and be sexually attractive

 

oh well that's no fun

 

I'm not gonna rape an ugly person.

I would say my goodbyes, and devote myself entirely to meditation. possibly a lot of nature walks and ambient music.

Sigh in relief, I guess..

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I would spend a week in New York and a week back home with my family.

I'd also compile all of my recordings and have a friend make sure they were released in some fashion.

Otherwise, I'd take it easy.

I'd definitely eat a bunch of great food and call a bunch of people to let them know how much they meant to me.

What would you do if knew you only had 40 more years to live?

sex sex sex....and sex.

-Take a heroic dose of LSD (again)

-Max out multiple credit cards on stupid shit and renting/totaling sports cars

-Sex

-Break into major news station to deliver dying socialist/humanist manifesto to world

-Try to convince 'make a wish' foundation to shoot my dying ass into space to truly ascend from this realm to the final frontier.

-Skydive (again)

-Kick Thom Yorke in the balls

That's all I can think up off the top of my head

  On 11/17/2013 at 8:45 PM, Audioblysk said:

-Take a heroic dose of LSD (again)

-Max out multiple credit cards on stupid shit and renting/totaling sports cars

-Sex

-Break into major news station to deliver dying socialist/humanist manifesto to world

-Try to convince 'make a wish' foundation to shoot my dying ass into space to truly ascend from this realm to the final frontier.

-Skydive (again)

-Kick Thom Yorke in the balls

 

That's all I can think up off the top of my head

good stuff

actually yeah I would try to make some huge social impact

the problem is what, tho

marry a Jew

get angry at my wife and family, blame them for everything, sulk.

I'd rent a space ship and eject myself into the sun.

But in an unfortunate reality I'd probably just wait it out and suffer miserably until the end. Then after I died my cat would probably starve until she was forced to eat my eyeballs out of their sockets. And most likely I wouldn't be found until the thaw of spring.

  On 11/16/2013 at 2:58 AM, Deer said:

save san francisco from the riddler

it's done though