Checkbook

Dying is funny

To acquire so much knowledge and have it forbidden by time

The sense of us as whole makes me feel awkward

I never liked daylight anyway

Coffins are so disrespectful

Locked in a pseudo bedtime

I will not forget

I love sleeping

I will never feel truly free until i am scattered through pikes and places of my ancestors

They knew why life was so precious

So I know my words will be stolen

I hope they will be

Cedar and mildew

I wish to rot in your desk or your bed

Please keep the rhythm going as the air sweeps me to the sea

Death is just as funny as money

Taxes

Real as your toes

We all walk alone

To find the same footprints to balance our inevitable loss or atleast that of which we know

Joshua Tool – 02/05/12

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