Death Becomes Her...
Quote from lunch:
"Yeah, you'd better cremate me. Cremate me, then spread my ashes over a bowl and smoke that shit."
posted by C @ 16:26
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Where Ironic Comes to Die
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
Thursday, October 27, 2005
"Yeah, you'd better cremate me. Cremate me, then spread my ashes over a bowl and smoke that shit."
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