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Friday, March 07, 2003

just before The Rapture

 

Rye whisky

Rye whisky

I'll drink 'til I die

We need to talk

I try not to think about it anymore

 

There is no me here

 

What if someone hears?

Shut up keep moving

No I didn't say that

Keep moving

I need to go to the beach

 

You got right back in the saddle there dude

 

A truck came along

While he was changing a tire

Clipped him dead helpless

In no time flat

The coffin was very heavy

 

Your mother really screwed you up

 

I need space and time

No you are a good lover it isn't that

I am getting out of this town

I’m gonna blow this pop-stand

I have doubts

 

They know whores and they can maybe fix you up

 

The witch! You never made the Halloween witch!

He died from smoke inhalation

A stroke immobilized him

We need to see other people

They found him on the floor by the toilet

 

Those people run everything into the ground

 

Stomach cancer got him

He played basketball

A single bullet to the head

Dead-on through the gold lieutenant’s insignia on his helmet

Her husband pumped six bullets into her torso

 

Making a cross then shot himself. He ran into a tree the speedometer pegged at 120

 

You'll never play the trumpet

You have buckteeth

You started too late

You deserve an F

She died peacefully in her sleep

 

They had to clean shit off the floor of her apartment

 

He blew his brains out with a shotgun

He shot all his children then himself

She drank herself to death

He died from AIDS before they knew what it was

He had a heart attack at 48

 

She froze to drunken death outside her door searching for her keys

 

They'll do it again and again

They'll drop the bomb

There will be another depression

She died from pancreatic cancer

Her sister did not attend the services

 

He scavenged dumpsters for food until the diagnosis

 

At the funeral he was a pallbearer

And predicted his own death by landmine

Which he stepped upon only 3 weeks later

She was cremated

And many somber silent friends were in attendance


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