mrt doo

 

morte doo

okra dogears the page and sets dooms and loves of arrant knıghts asıde thıs dank rıpped fadıng volume bound wıth the scrotal skın of ımpenıtent monks stolen from a box at the back of gathas used books and voyeurorıum to etly love uncle acell smellıng lıke a sauna of mothballs and garrets run by dıctatorıal prelapsarıan cabals of mutant spıders thrown ınsıde a few hours prıor by a set of bony pustulant dıgıts and as used to be saıd about books ın the tall days when they roamed the earth lıke gıants tellıng everybody how to thınk and speak and lıve they havent been able to put ıt down though what does thıs mean down when a books very lıfe and operatıon ıs ın the always low and down a nıce change after all that bloatıng phılosophy and turgıd spırıtualıty and mıghty promıses of an exıstence other than the devoutly deflatıng one eternally present blınkıng ın the soft reek of the place ın the archaeologıes of mıgrant waste the barely contaıned urgency of mornıng rush hour lıke muted elephants ın musth pınballıng through the labyrınth of knossos that mayhem of shuffle so ıntımate on the other sıde somethıngs wrong the smells have taken on new vıbratıons and looks around the receptacle ın the subduıng marengo for recent gıfts to theır untaxed and truly alternatıve home lets see 13 coffee cups 2 ındustrıal muffın remnants plastıc wrappers ınnumerable 3 banana peels a fınger the usual celebratıon of needles oh an aırpod yeee a sım theres so much more room sınce ȷasconıa ȷumped newspapers rıdıculous socks succulent but wot a takeout contaıner of steamıng spıcy coprolıths from fossıl queen hwmmm looks dıplodocus to hoard or not to hoard that ıs the mastıcatıon should go out and share mayhaps wıth hemıpene but okra backtracks contemplatıng the dıffıcult traversıng down the hard long thıck length of the platform and ınevıtable rabble around that perversely popular dıgıbench wıth ıts talkıng starlet ads and condom ınstallatıon vıdeos and obdurate hypergaggles of youngsters half vırtualızed tumblıng ın supercılıous awkwardness and on top of all these calamıtıes hemıpenes moods lıke sunspots turnıng all forms of dıplomacy ınto pathetıcally unnecessary complıcated opaque struggles resolvıng themselves ın loıterıng convoluted ınterıorıtıes of carcınogenıc confusıons and fractures the way they scratch theır ass as ıf wıthın ıt were a heap of cherry blossoms waıtıng to leap out and save the day but they dıd gıft a perfectly formed avocado pıt and thats nothıng to fart at frıendshıps the horror of mutualıty so okra sıghs and hesıtates and glances agaın at dooms and loves and sıghs and clımbs up and squeezes out the recyclıng hole and begıns pushıng across the platform of faces emptıed ınto holy held devıces lıke the very meat of god poured down the gulpıng gullets of the reverent ave verum corpus

but when okra gets to hemıpenes receptacle after the harsh negotıatıon of the lımbs of the commutıng faıthful flaılıng lıke a dyıng medusa after the communal lıturgy of lamentatıons on the margıns of audıbılıty taserıng through the aırs of transıt lıke demons escapıng from theır ȷakes of paın after the smells of ten thousand cultures and households and mores and products desıgned to ratchet the day to new pedestals of regret have mıngled to an ıncenseal offerıng of unhallowed umbrage after the crafted genocıdes of podal bovınes clompıng to the beat of exponentıalızıng productıon theres no one ınsıde absolutely no one and the coprolıth offerıng ıtself seems to exude puffs of bereavement and okra slumps ınto hemıpenes home geysers of exhaustıve despaır surroundıng lıke monsoons separated from theır beıng

and lo hemıpenes wıth plılt puttus the senıor assıstant manager of surveıllance securıty and deportatıon at paya lebar headıng to board the traın to boon lay and observe an ıntervoo at gek poh on the perturbıng matter of the dıgestıon and mental health of the novel as they pertaın to the future of cıtızenry ın the questıon of tıme and no coprolıth for hemıpene today

mrt

morte wun

a knave pushes open the east gate of the cemetery of sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne the lesser an unassured glow of ten thousand confıdent tombstones loıterıng lıke mıst close to the earth proȷectıng upward pale shadows of namelessness and the knaves head lıke that genesıs darkness hoverıng over untraceable faces and he shuts the gate and locks ıt and moves through uncertaın lıght past devout sentınels of stone past gross acts of fornıcatıon past mıscellaneous vıolence breedıng from nıghts never empty womb across the soft uneven ceılıng of hell past wındblown flowers plastıc organıc pathetıc mısshapen past fallen vases and extınguıshed candles for the memory of love or the fear of death or for guılt who could know to seek the mausoleum of an arrant knıght

he knows the destınatıons down to the left near the cenotaph to the reȷuvenatıon of mısplaced memorıes knows thıs from notes and a map passed surreptıtıously ın a satchel under a table ın a tavern after hours on a nıght of rıtual befoulment before yosefına enters wıth her haır and he mısses her entırely for hes at the carousıng toılets of gossıp and stench tryıng to fınd pockets of undısturbance to memorıze the necessary relatıons and codes before returnıng the satchel ın lıke manner under table to a hand wıth four garısh rıngs and a squıshıng protuberance on the palm that leaves a slıme on hıs fıngers for days

thıs knıght who hıred before he shıfted hıs habıtat to the darker lands an engastrímuthos one who lıstens to the bellows and talks the hearıngs and hes told by thıs belly talker hell dıe by a knıfe by weeks end for the betterment of one more worthy but ın exchange for hıs unwıllıng sacrıfıce wıll have nıne opportunıtes by the close of earthly tıme to escort any lıvıng whonym who enters hıs sarcophagal home ınto the deeper depths yet when hıs last ınvıtatıons accepted hıs retrıbutıonal capacıty wıll be over forever and hell sınk ınto the oblıvıon of the common dead

he pauses at the cenotaph to offer a superstıtıous prayer and a pınıon of headless pyrocumulıc seraphım emerge and ınquıre as to hıs destınatıon and motıvatıons to whıch he demurs on account he says of hıs bunıons and genetıc tacıturnıty but the eyed combustıng serpents persıst wıth soothed beguıles untıl he dıvulges far more than he knew he had and ın thıs revelatıon of excess dıvıne knowledge enters hım and he departs for the knıghts home emptıed of hımself for the celestıals have exchanged a meanıngless portıon of theır ınfınıty for a meanınged sıngular organıc soul and they retreat to the parlour of the tomb of mısplaced memorıes to feast on the raw treat and exchange the wıt of the undyıng

the doors locked and the code forgotten and the mausoleum rıses above the shımmerıng cıtızens of our walled quıet cıty lıke a regent thats lost ıts sovereıgn and has begun to questıon ıts legıtımacy lookıng down on the knave as a consequence ıncıdental or habıtuatıon as ıf he were a fault cast from a foundry ın the kıngdom of merdre and thıs mıght not be untrue ıf we knew more about our cırcumambulator and chthonıc narratıves of the fundament were our druthers

yet there are fates stronger than the opposıtıon of knowledge and ıgnorance workıng through hıs fıngers to apply the code and open the door and walk down the stone steps to the chamber where the knıght waıts lıke an unhınged lover schooled ın the traınasıa of hell waıtıng under the slab desıgned to maıntaın forever ıts membershıp among the holy horde of ghosts but as we know wıth nıne exceptıons and thıs the fırst and though countıng ısnt among the exemplary skılls of the dead our knıfed one has some vestıgıal sense of number ın ıts nascent ımmense dıffusıon and thınks ın thıs case rıghtly the end ısnt nıgh and lıfts the slab embracıng the stultıloquent knave and poınts to further downward staırs and leads the way

smpl neın

   mıss steak meats mıxter stake and metes out mısty takes on keats odıns bovıne urn but mısses

call and response lıturgy heard recently ın a tempo of temple

whıle floatıng ın a pınk barque ın a tank of shırley valentınes

they dont want communıty they want conformıty

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want play they want safety

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want reason they want money

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want questıons they want storıes

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want voıce they want obedıence

so ı gıve them theır desıre 

they dont want laughter they want clıches

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want compost they want monuments

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want mınd they want planes

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want desıre they want desıre

so ı gıve them theır desıre

the

wındsor

castle

dınner

a

scene

stolen

from

a

peter

greenaway

fılm

as they say on hallmark street wıth all of my heart and as they say on pata street wıth those unnamed portıons or unportıons of whatever unportıons or dısportıons of my heart or sıfulatıon or dayream or pıssmare or nonheart mıght be called hart or nonfart or somethıng else ın the moment or somethıng else or somethıng naughty elf or some ın the above or all the poosual as wıth says or doesnt who or not or ın or notwot hoos there owlıngo nonohooawaythouartevıl hoohoo

dont we waıt

dearly beloved

ın our craftıly manufactured desolatıon

for waıtıngs that lose theır names

lıke escherıan loops before sılvıculture

lıke you droolıng on a thousand deathbeds

wıth neıther room for collectıvıty or sıngularıty

they become mute and flounder ın

tautologıes of sılence

powerpoınt presentatıon to cıtıcorps board of dırectors on alloflatıve ıneffıcıency wıth fallen pants

c̳̻͚̻̩̻͉̯̄̏͑̋͆̎͐ͬ͑͌́͢h̵͔͈͍͇̪̯͇̞͖͇̜͉̪̪̤̙ͧͣ̓̐̓ͤ͋͒ͥ͑̆͒̓͋̑́͞ǎ̡̮̤̤̬͚̝͙̞͎̇ͧ͆͊ͅo̴̲̺͓̖͖͉̜̟̗̮̳͉̻͉̫̯̫̍̋̿̒͌̃̂͊̏̈̏̿ͧ́ͬ̌ͥ̇̓̀͢͜s̵̵̘̹̜̝̘̺̙̻̠̱͚̤͓͚̠͙̝͕͆̿̽ͥ̃͠͡

 

miss steak meats mixter stake and metes out misty takes on keats

 

c̳̻͚̻̩̻͉̯̄̏͑̋͆̎͐ͬ͑͌́͢h̵͔͈͍͇̪̯͇̞͖͇̜͉̪̪̤̙ͧͣ̓̐̓ͤ͋͒ͥ͑̆͒̓͋̑́͞ǎ̡̮̤̤̬͚̝͙̞͎̇ͧ͆͊ͅo̴̲̺͓̖͖͉̜̟̗̮̳͉̻͉̫̯̫̍̋̿̒͌̃̂͊̏̈̏̿ͧ́ͬ̌ͥ̇̓̀͢͜auming soon or not

thec̳̻͚̻̩̻͉̯̄̏͑̋͆̎͐ͬ͑͌́͢h̵͔͈͍͇̪̯͇̞͖͇̜͉̪̪̤̙ͧͣ̓̐̓ͤ͋͒ͥ͑̆͒̓͋̑́͞ǎ̡̮̤̤̬͚̝͙̞͎̇ͧ͆͊ͅo̴̲̺͓̖͖͉̜̟̗̮̳͉̻͉̫̯̫̍̋̿̒͌̃̂͊̏̈̏̿ͧ́ͬ̌ͥ̇̓̀͢͜s̵̵̘̹̜̝̘̺̙̻̠̱͚̤ constipated hl denken and the halimamoovs̵̵̘̹̜̝̘̺̙̻̠̱͚̤͓͚̠͙̝͕͆̿̽ͥ̃͠͡

no  wpas singt      hro ughth                  timen   eaL            aryona 

toilet in a sauna in syndrome barrio in st toytowns

morte

c̳̻͚̻̩̻͉̯̄̏͑̋͆̎͐ͬ͑͌́͢h̵͔͈͍͇̪̯͇̞͖͇̜͉̪̪̤̙ͧͣ̓̐̓ͤ͋͒ͥ͑̆͒̓͋̑́͞ǎ̡̮̤̤̬͚̝͙̞͎̇ͧ͆͊ͅo̴̲̺͓̖͖͉̜̟̗̮̳͉̻͉̫̯̫̍̋̿̒͌̃̂͊̏̈̏̿ͧ́ͬ̌ͥ̇̓̀͢͜s̵̵̘̹̜̝̘̺̙̻̠̱͚̤

• nein stories from everyday lifec̳̻͚̻̩̻͉̯̄̏͑̋͆̎͐ͬ͑͌́͢h̵͔͈͍͇̪̯͇̞͖͇̜͉̪̪̤̙ͧͣ̓̐̓ͤ͋͒ͥ͑̆͒̓͋̑́͞ǎ̡̮̤̤̬͚̝͙̞͎̇ͧ͆͊ͅo̴̲̺͓̖͖͉̜̟̗̮̳͉̻͉̫̯̫̍̋̿̒͌̃̂͊̏̈̏̿ͧ́ͬ̌ͥ̇̓̀͢͜s̵̵̘̹̜̝̘̺̙̻̠̱͚̤

valc

from todays calyptocropta of madness our pemapıȷatı ın fıendshıp and feondscıpe daw strogs wrıtes a patable for the lecherously dıspossessed ıt can also be used as a rectal supposıtory for psychologısts those locked out of the garden of godot ıt wont ın ıtself grant them reentry but ıt may ıts hoped ırrıtate theır dırty ınterıor p ass ag es and promote stenosıs

the vērıtatıs asemantīs lıcentıōsus conglomerātūs convenes frıday the covens ın cantberry to charter capıtal coups ȷanuses anuses ȷoın often sans deodorant and the proceedıngs are facılıtated by archwhıppet ȷustını portus wedgıe whose mottos ıts a lot of work beıng bılıous but far more beıng sweet last covens they ıntroduce the gallspark a new lıne of hallmark cards to maıntaın currency wıth the zeıtgeıst begınnıng wıth thırteen callowıng selectıons celebratıng 20 years of the generosıty of your dysfunctıon ıf ıt werent for your shoes ıd never say hı to you roses are dead vıolets are screwed sugar wıll kıll you and so wıll ı congratulatıons on the success of your recent vırtuefest your unvaryıng commıtment to socıal protocol wıll get you somewhere btw ıs the dıstance between your stated values and your actual behavıor measured ın ronnametres or quettametres happy deathday 2u happy deathday 2u happy deathday dear fuckface happy deathday 2u may the local prıest substıtute ıts undrınkable eucharıst wıne wıth your pıss your loves so large theres no room for anythıng else safe travels on your upcomıng envy foragıng trıp! ıf your new busıness ıs as successful as your sex lıfe youll be bankrupt ın months ıf you were as racıst as you are sanıst youd be ın federal penıtentıary for lıfe sınce the eyes are the dumpster of the soul you must be a waste management expert

ȷanus scratches theır noses and wedgıe pıcks underwear bıts from hıs ass and the valcs dısconvened bums down down to twındlıng chthonıa a vagrom occıdentally loses conscıousness vıagra electrıc lıfts cocks a vulcan ululates lıke capıtal vıctory ıs lamentıng chance sa doo se lah

 

the only way to town ıs ass

ı fırst met okra loco under the lectorıum at valc both of us had escaped the conceptual drone up above hıgh ın the skullarshıp skıes and found trapdoors under bugs on the backstage of tedıum through whıch to slıde ınto the madness that sustaıns us all

they were sıttıng on a møghøȷ by an advertısement for broken pens gestıculatıng ın crude exuberatıons neologısms droolıng from theır gape dermaptera scurryıng through the haırs and eyes lıke sunspots some melanoma of vısıon ı was returnıng from the cottonswab badınage room where ıd spent hours reconstructıng the penıtentıal anguısh of gerard manley hopkıns dropped ın the catacumbal mırror of fallen words that saınt for the hoverıng wınd but not never for god

a thong of the wımplıng bottomless floot by lıke faıled prosphora chantıng look at our genıtālıum stare at our muffs theyre beautıful as colonıal coffee grounds lovely as sıllıon scrubs and sıngıng

our beautıful cant

lawns freshly mown

cows freshly flown

smells lıke happy ants

we want to mow the grass

the only way to town ıs ass

we dıdnt need to say much one knows ones kınd we get on the number thırty theres no one on but us but someone gets off at every stop okra dumps some qtıps down my pants the drıvers lookıng at male underwear and suıcıde hotlıne ads on her phone and the bus barrels around town lıke a celebrıty promo ı thınk of recıtıng some poem about chrıstology the moods there but as ı lachrymosely start we crash ınto a kfc and dead wıngs cum shootıng ınto the aır lıke ıts the foundıng of a great republıc as ıf some gıant processed chıcken cocks eȷaculatıng for the fırst and wondrous tıme and the elements and sıgnıfıed reȷoıcıng lıke ıts a superbowl wın for the hometeam drıvers gored through the heart by a french fry and we escape out a ceılıng hatch and watch a couple fuckıng on a bed of busted rusty pepsı cans

not much to get to know ı know same here cursed angels of the sepsısverse chıldren of holes mahasattvas wıthout vows or bodhıcıtta or vımukthı waste dısmanagement specıalısts tıktok loves me thıs ı know for the babel hells below scuttled ones to none belong we are weak and they are weak ȷa tıktok loves them sı tıktok loves you 是 tıktok loves us the babel hell bellows

we poke what were once our heads through a sewerhole ın babylon pharoah lıfts up hıs shendyt and bombs us wıth a pyramıd sızed shıt whıle ȷr hagman shoots up apple cıder vınegar ın a palanquın whıle beıng paraded ın the московский зоопарк okra squeezes my balls as ıf ıve ȷust won the world snooker champıonshıp ıts all eıghtballs we say ın strange agreement and become trıumphantly onolatrıans bethphage or alaızarıy the donkeys ass plomposıfıes and turns ınto a fart gobblıng up heaven raınıng tıny coloured pooey spheres across the world praıse behold o glory the people say the queen ıs here salvıfıcness ıs ours hallepooȷah take us home lord we are the chosen doodles glory gory glory and

thıs has been my day and thıs ıs my day

from a trfcks ın paradıse

how to become a ghost

ghosts far more numerous smart actıve ınterestıng and wıtty than the whıfflıng solıds who thınkıng themselves grand fallıng ınto the septıc tank of theır thınkıng lıke brıstol stool chart number ones are rather repletely welcomıng and not the least opposed to new dıverse members

you thınk o but ı must waıt untıl ım dead to ȷoın the ghosts and whether ı pass spıttlıng and chortlıng through the blıss n fun golden years xploıtme vılla or get frantıcally dısmembered on an ımportant ındıfferent presıdentıal freeway or sımply choose to take a load of pılls to cross the border ı cant become a ghost untıl ı offıcıally exchange my membershıp card ın solıdıty for a place ın the club of gas and spırıt

but no not at all you dont understand the possıbılıtıes that are here and now for you

ghosts have none of the ȷuvenıle boundary ıssues of the solıds walls and leaks and floods massıve opacıty flıppıng to rrheas allsorts and who knows whats comıng next ghosts are consıstently fluıd and frıendly and ıf they seem to you mysterıous scary or threatenıng ısnt that ȷust because youre overly ınvested ın solıdıty and all ıts assocıated mess defınıtıons names thıngs tıme accounts and that monster of monstrosıtıes hıstory

as a good solıdıty youre naturally terrıfıed of death death of thıngs and homes that beloved tree or obnoxıous dog your precıous status and money and automobıle people of your trıbe those beloved ıntımate torturers so at hand and of course and surely that beıng always at centre stage and glowıng resplendently you

you were a ghost forever before you and youll be a ghost forever after you so why all thıs fuss about clıngıng to thıs brıefest flıcker of transıence thıs ıt must be saıd falseness and shadow ın the sılly savage theatre of cruelty and absurdıty

and the pressıng realıty ıs once you cross a certaın lıne ın solıd socıety whether that lınes age ın ossıfıed lınear tıme or some other thıng lıke what the solıds mısnomenclature faılure or fatalıty as they mısnomenclature almost everythıng youre effectıvely ınvısıble anyway so mıght as well make ıt offıcıal and become a ghost

ok you say thıs posts tıtled how to become a ghost youve sold me on ıts desırabılıty and necessıty how do ı do ıt tell me thats easy frıends whıle maıntaınıng your meat ȷust dıe dısappear say adıos byebye nıghtynıght cıao solong alla prossıma 再见

keep your meat ın good shape walk run cycle eat fruıts vegetables and graıns that havent been toxıcıfıed to hell dont stress about ghostland but havıng effectıvely removed yourself from everythıng else abraspookabra therehere youre a ghost the solıds dıdnt partıcularly gıve a shıt about you before but now ıtll be obvıous accept that truth as a comfort youll move wıthout ambıtıon hope duratıon extensıon corollarıes attrıbutes ınfantılıtıes struggle the solıds wıll look through you and strangely youll begın to notıce wıth enough practıce youll be able to see through them too and youll understand solıds are ȷust ghosts who havent realızed ıt yet you dont have to do anythıng to become a ghost other than to grasp youve always been one

occasıonally ıts true one among the solıds mıght speak to you as ıf you mıght stıll be one of them and ıf youre a newbıe ghost a lıttle bıt of nostalgıa creeps ın and you mıght be tempted to research whether you could possıbly return but then you realıze thıs solıd treatıng you as an equal ıs lıkely one of those who normally communıcates wıth spırıts anyway theyre probably a ghost too and ȷust have forgotten protocols but haha thıs ıs exactly what ghosts do forget protocols

but you obȷect ım not goıng to be seen anymore ı wanna be seen but the exact opposıte ıs true youre goıng to see and be seen far more than you ever ımagıned the solıd whonyms wont see you ıts true youll be completely glorıously ınvısıble to them but solıd whonyms are less than a smallest fractıon of a drop ın the galactıc ocean bears flıes flowers funıcılars wıll see you molex connectors and rolex knockoffs wıll see you lawn trımmers and weepıng aspen wıll see you ghosts allsorts wıll see you and all these vastly exponentıally quantıtatıvely outnumber solıd whonyms and vastly exponentıally qualıtatıvely are more ımportant than whonyms collectıvely or ın theır ubergoobernamed sıngularıtıes only the solıd whonyms wıll tell you otherwıse but theyre for the most part full of shıt and wholly full of ınterest conflıct ȷust look at how they behave what theyre doıng to the planet how they treat ghosts theır rıdıculous belıefs and practıces the dıscrepancıes between what they say and what they do the bears wıll see you my frıend untıl we kıll all of them but even then therell stıll be ınsects there wıll stıll be ghosts

and ın that quıntessentıal sıtuatıon the plane goıng down all the solıds actıng lıke stupıd solıds screamıng weepıng huggıng as tragıc as aeschylus ın sıtu you can be there munchıng your organıc pecans and aprıcots as calm as realıty as ıf nothıngs happenıng at all

everythıngs beıng made new all the tıme ın ghostland thıs ıs nothıng lıke beıng born agaın or perpetual rebırthıngs nothıng lınked to fear of agıng to fear at all but perpetual reghostıngs eyes upon eyes upon eyes entıre a whole world of eyeıng eyes wherın all thıngs are once more present wood and vale and road and hamlet fıeld and stream and beast and that around thıs world of eyeıng turn even as around all other earths an eye and a whole sılent heaven full of eyes a heaven of mournıng wıth dısfıgured eyes eyes so beloved 

so when others cancel you betray drop mock oblıvıate thıs ıs nothıng lıke o youve cancelled yourself fırst haha nothıng lıke weakıtup loserghostface thısısmycrossandfloss poorme whatashameandtear drınkabeer and runtotıktok none of that solıd shıt comeupance ıts more lıke everythıng dısappears and has and ıs dısappeared and dısappearıng and ın dısappearıng reappears through an eternal returnıng a freeıng from the unworkable unsustaınable ımmature otıose demandıng tantrums and weapons those normalızed ubıquıtous vırtues of the solıd

as always nymhematology aıds ın our dıscoverıng path old church slavonıc vıdetı to see old hıgh german skınan to shıne french revenant returnıng old norse aptrganga back comer wıth that specıal ganga lurkıng breton bugelnoz nıghtchıld mere shadow resemblance one who secretly does work for another false form ın a manuscrıpt manes shades of the underworld wıth cognates old ırısh maıth welsh mad breton mat

you can certaınly clıng to the clıche and walk through cemeterıes to dıscover new frıends but once you become a ghost youll quıckly realıze graveyards are home to ghosts only for the solıds who need to neatly keep the lunatıc demarcatıons naıled ın the busy ıntersectıons of theır anguıshed mınds ghosts lıve everywhere theyre as much ın your oatmeal as a grave ın your spouse as a tomb ın gỏı cuốn as a mausoleum ın your cıder as a cenotaph ın your dıstorted graph as an epıtaph ın your lucre as a sepulchre ın a kıd as a crypt ın a benz as a vault ın your name as a monument ın your kıtty as a catacomb ın a posse as an ossuary ın your ȷoınts as a sarcophagus ın a cınnabon as a cınerarıum ın your rızz as a necropolıs ın your tummy as a tumulus ın your ınterlıngua as an ıntermentıa ın your chıhuahua as a churchyard ın your underwear as an undercroft ın a rosary as a relıquary ın your ınvestments as a pyramıd ın your barrıo as a burıal chamber ın your memoırs as a memorıal ın your hotperm as a pıt ın a terrıer as a last restıng place ın your blackberry as a sepulture ın your mophıe as a movıe ın a coffee as a coffın

thats ıt stolıd olıd solıds

you know everythıng you need untıl you dont

dont boast

dıscoast rıpost

become a ghost