Oldest Bust of Caesar Found

I know I have it pretty good. T.B. won't even go on a holiday without me cause I'm so old and "frail" and rely on her so much and she wants to be sure I die in her arms like Chase did or something. I'm going to try to die of a massive heart attack while out on a walk--somewhere where it will be really difficult for her to get my body out. She loves a challenge. I think I might just stop breathing instead, in an act of self-willed death. Have you noticed that if you stop breathing you faint? I guess you have to stop breathing for longer to die. Like everything else in life it is a matter of degrees..... which we don't have many of cause 1/it is still freezing here despite it being mid-May 2/stupid health regulations and my inability to read or write meant I couldn't go to University so I don't have any degrees... Yes, my mind does wander in a strange stream of semi-consciousness....

Anyway, I've noticed that she has paintings of me, and drawings of me, and photos of me and this retarded blog about me, but she doesn't have any sculptures of me! I haven't been cast in bronze yet! It's outrageous isn't it? They just found what is apparently the oldest surviving bust of Julius Caesar near Arles. I clearly have to leave more remnants of me around for the scavenger hunts and archaeological digs which will follow for centuries after my death.

Mingus, the Great

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