That sad feeling you receive

when the book shoppe kicks you out at the end of the day. They should really be open all hours.

Do you ever think as a hearse goes by,

that you may be the next to die?

They wrap you up in a big white sheet

From your head down to your feet.

They put you in a big black box,

And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for about a week,

Then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

The worms play pinochle on your snout.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,

They eat the jelly between your toes.

A big green worm with rolling eyes,

Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

Your stomach turns a slimy green,

And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,

And that’s what you eat when you are dead.

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Edgar Allen Poe

youlivingordying-deactivated201 asked
do you read books?

Yes, I do!

Although I am a big non-fiction reader, I enjoy learning facts and opinions from others; I do love a good story.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them.

This only looks like love.

He then greeted death as an old friend, and went with him gladly to passing his life as equals.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a [girlfriend].

Chapter One