I tried to sell my soul to the devil, and you know what he said?
"Pass. Sorry, mate. You don't have anything I'm interested in."
I've been seriously thinking that my life is such a waste, and there are so many other souls out there that might do so much better if they were just dropped into my body. Kind of like a walk-in situation, I'd just vacate and go off to wherever souls go, and someone could step in and "take over payments" on my life.
They could use what's left of my body however they choose and have all my possessions and life's (ha) accomplishments to their credit. They would just have to provide the energy and the will to turn the ship around before it wrecks completely.
I'm sure there are plenty of starving kids in Africa or armless, legless people who would appreciate my less than market value 53 year old human form. Recycle, restore, rehabilitate -- or trash it and just have fun; I don't suppose I'd care.
I mean, I'm not doing anything with it. Let's just say I have an accident and go into a coma for a week. The new guy could show up and just say that he has amnesia. Meanwhile, he could run around doing all the things that he couldn't do in his previous situation, whatever that was.
Maybe I could stick around and see what he does with my life. Maybe I'd be forced to take his place in some weird afterlife waiting room, I dunno.
Any takers? I might be too boring for the devil, but come on... anyone?
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