when_i_die Death of a Rose I'm coming back to haunt blather. See if I don't. . 050621 ... kyree I'll be less than 30. 050621 ... falling_alone i hope they talk i hope they tell stories i hope they laugh. i hope they realize there was always so much more i wanted to give. would any of this be shared? i hope there are people and people crowding. and i hope there is singing. i hope they sing for me, my ladies, the notes i could never reach, the words i could never remember. no regrets. i hope there is chocolate and ice cream. and they bury me in sequins. 121117 ... unhinged i want them to play satisfied_mind at the funeral just like jeff did rip_jeff 121118 ... misstree At the funeral, I promise not to ask, "Where have you been for the past few years?" When they come to collect my meat, I will not wonder how they can do such a job; neither one of us would come out the better for it. I hope that all that I own is given to Goodwills, so that they can have a fresh start with someone that doesn't know they have ever been loved before. I will look forward to learning what the question was, and while fourty_two will be on my lips, I will give the answer with a grin, expecting to be wrong. I will miss what has come before. And then missing will be gone. And the me that was before will be gone. And there will be silence, for a moment, even as the music plays on. And beyond that, the math gets stranger than fourty two, and I couldn't begin to contemplate the equations. 121119 what's it to you? who go blather from