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You can smell it - when it happens, and it does, at the trailer park. You investigate once, because you, personally have never seen a rotting corpse. Once, single use death, as when one tries to use life too hard, too not easy, like heros on TV, not gentle, as with a kitten or a yellow duckling, held, in your own soft bowl of fingers. Bubble, floating for a moment longer than bubbles would if only water were involved, -- input, use, grow a known, redistill, settle still bubbles in the commode, bubbles in the coffee, bubbles in the hummingbird feeder, bubbles in my brain, or my soul, sometimes, I wonder if one is the other, when the brain is dead, the soul is gone, must be, wouldn't one assume? perhaps here is where the spirit lingers, watching souls lay dead where a bubble of life was.
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Aug 18, 2023
Aug 18, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC
Death dealt with
You can smell it - when it happens, and it does, at the trailer park. You investigate once, because you, personally have never seen a rotting corpse. Once, single use death, as when one tries to use life too hard, too not easy, like heros on TV, not gentle, as with a kitten or a yellow duckling, held, in your own soft bowl of fingers. Bubble, floating for a moment longer than bubbles would if only water were involved, -- input, use, grow a known, redistill, settle still bubbles in the commode, bubbles in the coffee, bubbles in the hummingbird feeder, bubbles in my brain, or my soul, sometimes, I wonder if one is the other, when the brain is dead, the soul is gone, must be, wouldn't one assume? perhaps here is where the spirit lingers, watching souls lay dead where a bubble of life was.
Death dealt with, as in easing an old lie believer's angst about hell and such. This is the day you do your best, based on your shape today, today, we each do our best, and if one must, we cross our hearts and hope to die on such a good day.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 18, 2023
Aug 18, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC
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