enough drugs to get some necro sex which transitions from being high and enjoying sex, to someone freaky enjoying a body which is no longer warm.

Not much I can do.

I guess I would start writing. Try to get out as much of my ideas and hopes and goals as possible out to the world. Hand over what little I have to those who I believe would best use it toward those ends. And finally, try and make use of my death to inspire others. Make sure that if I have to go, it won’t just be quietly into the night.