Monday, September 28, 2015
When
Deciding
-That choice is a real beauty: a box of fuckin guts or an urn of fuckin ashes!.
-Then why not burial at sea? Or jump in beforehand and drift to oblivion!
-Good! Let the sharks…!
-Too tough for them! Smelly too. The little nibbly guys?
-That'll take awhile.
-No hurry. Then bones drift ashore, bleach, bang together, disintegrate.
-Pretty! I mean it!
-So you don't always crack sarcastic?
-Not when I find something nice!
Labels: black, death, sarcasm, suicide, vision
