in a cornfield a trombone case full of weed
we buried a god in Ohio today with a ouija board and a map. pain is a different god altogether. smaller mouth. no belongings. I remember becoming a dog with more clarity than being assaulted on a bus during a rash of housefires. sister says that from here on out television is the devil’s paint and bends herself into translating her mother’s poems for grief, the doomed sycophant of language.
kingsoftrain 
If you die, i want your brain, i want to replace mine with yours. There’s surgery for that right? i don’t care the cost, i want your brain.
ha, it’s free…just pay shipping!
Does it come with instructions on how to fit it?