/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: chellerotea https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png Eventually, my 21 grams will be abstracted and I will either be a pile of ashes in a blue and white antique jar or maggots will have Feast Days masticating on what they blindly loved or blatantly hated. my insomnia is an empty promise on a shampoo label reflection on a narcissistic grin terry-cotton armpits flip-flops and a straw hat clinched by a knitted shawl. Fat. Flat. peanut shells and paper cups Crumpled paper across the floor she fumblingly treads the miles to her bed and slept a hundred years more... My life is written for the aneurysms of my every passion. Sardonic how all of us end up as loam and fertilizer when we try to live our lives