Let's rule out death right away. We should all know that death will occur regardless how we feel or fear about it. But, what if it doesn't ever happen to you. You, clunky pile of flesh and bones and gushy gizzards and tendons & grizzle and eyeballs too. Not to mention your coveted testicles or clitoris too. You...and I hope you know who I'm talking to. Maybe me. & really me for sure. I mean really, what do I really know beyond myself. And I'm not even sure about me. Do re me me me me me me me fa so la ti do Or is me mi? Hey, I can't even figure this shit out and I went to school. What are we being taught. Columbus sailed the ocean blue. And that dumb mother fucker landed some place other than india. Genealogists know what I'm talking about. Bleak is a word that comes to mind. Transatlantic translation too. Welcome, you are now free of a bunch of letters that once held you together. From Smyczynski to Smith. Was your father a blacksmith? Don't look back. Who are you now. Not ever to be next. & yet, next to next is always next within the flux of the next next. It's your heart beating. or being next in line..or something else. thump, thump, thump
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