euchnotarist
euchnotarist
no more toe-tags for dead saints who’ve given us an inheritance of high-pressure speculations. a saint is not a man but a hermetically fostered delusion with bare feet and tall tales of living at nobody’s expense while trading life to be centered in the illusion that all of this is real and he matters. stick that crutch in the ground, you hypocrites, before we have to sit down and remind ourselves to follow the money. stick that liar in the ground fast and i’ll lend the stone my own epitaph, the most generous gesture i can make to a dried-up post-eternity lawn ornament, an epitaph which for me was to cut down on horizontal hassles, but which here i give to spare passersby any more hallucinatory bullshit sermons: DON’T ASK!
no more toe-tags for dead saints who’ve given us an inheritance of high-pressure speculations. a saint is not a man but a hermetically fostered delusion with bare feet and tall tales of living at nobody’s expense while trading life to be centered in the illusion that all of this is real and he matters. stick that crutch in the ground, you hypocrites, before we have to sit down and remind ourselves to follow the money. stick that liar in the ground fast and i’ll lend the stone my own epitaph, the most generous gesture i can make to a dried-up post-eternity lawn ornament, an epitaph which for me was to cut down on horizontal hassles, but which here i give to spare passersby any more hallucinatory bullshit sermons: DON’T ASK!
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