How To Commit Suicide in 90 Days

Listen to me, listen. I'm trying to do a very specific thing here alright? And I need you to understand what I'm trying to do here okay? And I don't want to see you bbtppp btppp-me off like some kind of cocksucker okay? Cause im doing a specific thing and you need to sit with it cause im going to do it right. This is your one fucking chance to talk it through cause im gone when gone okay? I mean splat, in a second man. Splat. I've been working on my footsteps. Did you hear me walk in? I mean you got here first, I walked behind you, did you hear me walk in? Look at these shoes too - the, look business shoes. The ones that clack up the fucking place. Did I scare you? I'm sorry man. I've been walking lighter and lighter every day, making an effort out of it. Yesterday I realised I couldn't make noise no matter how hard I tried. Check this out,

he kicks the pole of the table, making no sound

fucking crazy right? I'm going to start putting less weight on the ground now too. You know kick off less and less. I've got mud at home, and I'm walking in it and measuring how deep it goes when I step. I've got it down 2 inches already man. Two inches. And once I know how to step right, it's like I aint steppin at all. I mean I could run on eggs and bugs and shit and they wouldn't know.

he stops to take a drink

I gotta eat less too. I mean i gotta fill my stomach up with more and more water and less food, and then eventually be full off the air. You can aerate your liquids if you suck in air like so, he takes another sip, this time sucking at his lip like a household vacuum and I just drank like twice as much liquid as liquid. I mean look at my cup - it's only that much down, but I drank twice as much. I'm telling you, it's that easy. Once I'm eating without eating, man I could just smell and I'm full. I gotta get small too. I mean, how tall do you think I am? Like really look. I wasn't that tall when I walked up to you right? I'm 6 '7, but it didn't look like it right? I'm working on it. Concentrating and making the difference between the body and the not kinda ebb together. That's hippie shit, “ebb together”. One day man, one day I aint going to be seen. I mean you wont be able to see me if I was jerking off in front of you. Like that. Once that happens I'm going to get rid of it, all the books, the car - even what you know y'know. That's why I let you

he taps the recorder roughly

me. Cause it's real funny. I mean nobody, nobody is gonna know who I was. I'm gonna do it to everyone till there's only one thing left. And man when I want to be gone man, I'm GONE."