Jan 31, 2007 02:49
I don't care if you don't care. It's my journal. And Bruce McCulloch is fucking amazing.
All our breath is connected.
There are a trillion air-particles
that intermingle savagely.
You have breathed the same air as William Boroughs,
Or that sexy girl who works in Taco Bell,
Of Marco Polo -it never ages and it's never destroyed.
All the people you loved and lost,
they are in your air.
If you miss them
take a breathe...
My dad died recently.
And do the people at Taco Bell care?
I went in told them my dad had taken,
on this earth,
his last breath.
And asked the Taco Bell people for some free food,
but nothing.
"Well can I have a jumbo burrito for the price of a small?"
Nope.
"How 'bout some napkins in honor of the once-young boy,
who grew old and died wifeless in a trailer?"
Nope.
So as I was escorted out,
my forearm still hurts,
I stole a piece of ice.
A single shard of ice
to remind myself that we all die alone.
And some of us really die alone.
As the ice melted in my mouth, and moved into my body.
It had gotten bad for him near the end of his life.
My dad had been watching too much Sesame Street,
In the final 'stages'
because in his will he left all his money
to "the letter H."