Living is to gorge ourselves at our own wakes.

[earlofgrey]

Bones seven years in the ground, and I've half a mind to dig them up. You were sick of lying still when we put you there. I'll wear your keys at my hip, prop you up against your stone and feed you whiskey and words, let life splash past your teeth and over your ribs as the smell of death barely manages to confront the back of my throat, I'm so used

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[brni]

all maps are good maps, even though they all lie. except perhaps the infamous map of Borges Empire...