20.6.08

Radio Radio

This is a bit morbid. When I die I don't want a funeral. I don't want a casket. I don't want a tombstone. I want to get thrown into a river or the ground to be eaten by the worms. A nihilist curtain call. Burn my stuff, tare up my picture. Make it so I never existed. And don't fucking tell anyone I'm in a better place.

And now the necessary disclaimer. I'm not suicidal and don't plan on dieing any time for a number of years. Just the whole posthumous thing pisses me off.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, there's no reason to do this song here."