i'd make more out of clay, and pretend they were my minions and we just took over the world. and are having an after tea party.
also i'd find and steal steven wilson's remains. just for the heck of it.
and i'd feed sharks. with all and any left arms i can find.
and i'd learn to play guitar. and make rude gestures at strangers existing in my own mind. then, when i perceive that i am good enough, which might be never, i'd play my chords at the biggest empty stage i can find. and i'll be my own audience, and cheer.
and i'll wait for the stars to come out and i'll scream that if anyone is watching, they seem to have missed one.
i'd write graffiti when i wake from the previous night, telling stories of my dreams and nightmares.
i'd try to not breathe for 15 hours straight, which would possibly ruin the possibility of doing more pointless things for a while.
i'd feel lonely. i think. and then i'll wonder if i'm really human, since all of those seem to be dead and yet i'm here...
if i'm still breathing, i'm still lost.
(GAH. i better stop now :/)
HMM...
so what WOULD you do if you only had two left hands?