obituary I read it in yesterday’s newspaper. my funeral is next Thursday, so don’t be late. a finely stacked block of formal black text that goes all the way back to my earliest blank-white beginnings. the whole sordid affair was splashed, caption-style, crushed and condensed for the wide-eyed,... Sign in to see full entry.
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Come take a drill to my head, watch the bits of bone and flesh and brain spiral into a dizzy mist Watch the mist settle on everything around you, the first snow of the year.
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