sp33ddemon2

drag me to the far woods to stink and molder alone and feed the birds and beasts as worms consume the leavings mushrooms perhaps will grow if someday a trekking hunter spies two silver screws - they're from an operation to repair a splintered tibia was it worth the bicycle stunt in nineteen fifty-three? that's debatable - on ice in time one may be ready [as death is a part of life] to bequeath in grace and dignity the final sharing of self my thanks for having been these atoms I hereby leave - forms of life to begin... yet again llp - aug2010 - dA DD - jan14/2019