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Burn me. Pour gasoline over me and set my body on fire. Burn me at the stake like a witch. Wrap me in garbage bags and toss me in the incinerator.
What a eloquent way to say you are a machoist.
“You’re too lowly. You can’t trespass upon a royal tomb.”
That year was my beginning and my end. It was one year of my life that was neither particularly unhappy nor particularly happy.
When you die, I’ll have you taxidermied. Then I will have you forever.
That's disturbingly sweet.
