a soul excercising my unalienable right to weave words at my pleasure and to abdicate my public shell with words of pen and ink
Thursday, January 27, 2011
My gravestone (idea 1)
What the @#*! are you looking at!
Why are you sad
Why do you lay flowers at the feet of the dead
Go live your life mine is now over
so get your $#@ off my grave your hurting my shoulder
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