You make vast scale paintings

You make two story high paintings of epic surreal landscapes. Ear islands, Toe hills. Eyeball clouds. You get really drunk and paint. Its going to take you a year to finish your first piece. Five months into it you are wasted drunk and painting the vagina sun at the top of the painting. You stumble and trip over a paint can. You fall off of the scaffolding and plunge two storys landing on your head. Your neck is broken and your skull is shattered. Sharp broken skull fragments stick into your brain. A brutal death it is.

The End