Jun 29, 2010

brothers death talk

Oh I decided how I want to die
I don't want to be cremated
I don't want a grave

I want a shallow hole
Dirt and Raw

Unwoven flesh
Against the all

Tree potted on me
Fill hole to the top and mound
with a firm pat
me and let me grow into a

tree and let forth from me
my fruit
and seed and my children and I

think thats a pretty beautiful
way to die


I think I'm gonna be blasted into
outer space
And blown to bits fuck this earth

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