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When you are dead I will change the bedsheets. The sun will shine for five billion more years. I will still have green eyes when you are dead And I will drink orange juice. I will feed the cats. Then I will drink. My tissues will swell with firewater. My memories will self-immolate. I will ***** brimstone and my skull will be filled with sea urchins. I will have one scrambled egg sandwich, dripping and greasy with mayonnaise. I will read Bukowski and I will stare at pigeons in the parking lot. I will wear purple shoes. I will get a sunburn. I will sob face down in the grass and a small child will walk past and won't know what to do with me. I will ride up and down in an elevator. I will watch the sun go splat over this porcupine city and bury itself in the smog. I will watch the horizon breathe up black until it’s night and I will wonder how much colder Mars is. Then I will go home and kick myself for changing the sheets and I will take them from the laundry basket and hug them to my chest because you slept in them. The next morning, I’ll be gone too. (Johnny Cash knew).
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
This Is What Will Happen To Me If You Die Before I Do
When you are dead I will change the bedsheets. The sun will shine for five billion more years. I will still have green eyes when you are dead And I will drink orange juice. I will feed the cats. Then I will drink. My tissues will swell with firewater. My memories will self-immolate. I will ***** brimstone and my skull will be filled with sea urchins. I will have one scrambled egg sandwich, dripping and greasy with mayonnaise. I will read Bukowski and I will stare at pigeons in the parking lot. I will wear purple shoes. I will get a sunburn. I will sob face down in the grass and a small child will walk past and won't know what to do with me. I will ride up and down in an elevator. I will watch the sun go splat over this porcupine city and bury itself in the smog. I will watch the horizon breathe up black until it’s night and I will wonder how much colder Mars is. Then I will go home and kick myself for changing the sheets and I will take them from the laundry basket and hug them to my chest because you slept in them. The next morning, I’ll be gone too. (Johnny Cash knew).
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
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