Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Lilith and the entrepreneur
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"Don't go up there!" yelled M from his John Deere-mobile, as Lilith and I
walked past the guard shack at the cemetery. "You won't like what you see."
"O...
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