I suppose a whole clusterfuck of things will eventually happen Over My Dead Body. We walk around everyday doing prosaic shit over nameless peoples reposing corpses.
In the meantime, I am going to exhaustively delight in all the things I can get away with (and hopefully not kill myself trying to do). My life, my feet dancing atop all the other dead bodies this world slowly consumes. Maybe if we lived more desirable lives the world could recoop from the damage done to her, absorbing our goodness somehow like an extra bonus; something for having the right to be here at all. It's' not just dirt, it's good dirt. There is a difference I am sure.
Oct 29th, 2005
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