I think I will make an amusing crazy person. My room will be the one at the end of the hall, reeking with the dark, curried smell of cum, the room cleaning crews hesitate to approach. There will be beads and pornography, books on every surface, pictures blossoming over the walls like mold, and 10 inches of dust under the bed.
I will be heavily sedated during outdoor excursions to keep me from singing loudly, kissing every tree and running away to find cats. My caregivers rolling their eyes and smiling, "There she goes again." I will be known as an extravagant liar and be constantly chastized for obsenity, but I will also be the one the maitenence men seek out for an exchange of dirty jokes.
Young female staff members will be warned soon after being hired to keep very strict boundaries with me, polite and never too friendly. Because I will seek them out immediately, a grin on my face, watching them blush as I flutter my mouth against their ears and murmur, "Your arms would look beautiful draped in babies."
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