When he died, people wore dark colours and said nice things about him. They played sad music, which he wouldn’t have even liked, and they had his deathmask taken which made him look limp and not like him at all.
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Me moir my yore
The quick, brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Wikipedia I am among the many most definitely and most certainly: me. Definite: because I know where I begin though not where I will end. Certain: because of the many that many have told me that I am, some more some less kindly. In these two …
taciturn
When we lived in London, I had a good friend, a tree named Jeremiah. He was a birch and stood in Waterlow Park. He was a slow talent and came into bloom late in spring but then he lasted longer than most of his brothers and would give me shade and solace when many other …
five women: penelope
i have at the soul level only ever known five women if you dont count my mother: a german, a persian, an argentinian, an italian and an american. now i will talk about them & say what i need to say. today i will talk about the german woman. this woman is in a way …
tickled pink
i cry my name from the bottom of a tibetan bowl. i wind my shawl closer round my neck & i close my fly for fear i might take flight at the first sign of fear. i ask her, What’s up with you – you seem down, and she does not answer because she’s mad …
my father my milk
while as i said before i was cut from my mother’s backbone it was left to my father to shape my gullible mind, and that’s the truth. every human is a singularity out there with infinite space around & infinite depth beneath. as a child i knew that and i didn’t because black hole awareness …
i am who i am & when i grow up
when i grow up, i want to live in dr faustus house, and i hope the devil still comes to visit. i’d love to ask the old fellow one thing or two. the stuff that you never read about: life and death and all that.
