© Marie Marshall
Let’s shake on that.
I get the hell away from bodies pretending to be comfortable with death needing straight jackets to be still when 6 feet under.
I get the hell away from coffins full of water.
Those suckers are buried 6 feet under. Who the hell can tell except by the tombs seducing us into their plastic Halloween costumes.
So do I. Snaggle toothed cemeteries are the best ones. Tell Steve there isn’t anyone home there so quit worrying.
I hate orthomonumentistry.
Me too. It really ruins the antisemetricalintensity of the moment.
Good advice and appreciated too, but i always set aside a good three hours a day to worry. It’s one of my many bad habits.
We all have our enjoyable bad habits that benefit us in some unfathomable way. Enjoy your worrying!
It’s nothing that unfathomable or fancy, just a security blanket.
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