Thursday, 30 June 2011

Under ground and out of sight

The first time you made me a Bloody Mary I didn’t know you well enough to spit it out. We've come a long way since then...

Please don’t be so sentimental when it comes to writing my obituary; just note the crudest facts about how I took my own life. Please, no tears, just high blood pressure and palpitations. Donate my body for scientific purposes, even the eyes; I’m too scared to see the after-life. Please cremate my remains, I don’t fancy rotting in a wooden box, I’d rather burn.

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