there are no beautiful suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
& the end of the gifts.
- (I wish I knew whose name went here)
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
& the end of the gifts.
- (I wish I knew whose name went here)
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i wish i knew too, it's really nice. go postsecret! be sure to giv eu an update later about mario, we miss you! come home soon!
and your rollercoaster analogy was very spot on. nice work.
<3 gen
p.s. don't actually go look at my blogger, i tried to mess with it myself, and messed up, so i have to wait for ryan to wake up and fix it.
oh, and p.s., that first one was deleted by me, because i was logged in as you and didn't know it.
The author's name is Phil (last name unknown). He was a teacher on Long Island.
The poem is "Afterthought" by Phil Asaph.
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