Death of Social

[mydeath1]

Why is it in death all the people come out of the wood works? I can't even look in the casket and stare. This person of flesh and perserves was once live, and I feel the tears burn my eyes. I look around as I make my speech about her, and all the venom in me can't come out. I want to say the bad things, but the moments we spent talking all

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[xianvox]

Contrariwise, perception is never the summation of the subject, but a synthesis of projections. Projections of which neither side have to accept as accurate.

Three years ago a friend of mine much closer than Belinda passed on in a most untimely fashion, Jenn (DJ Jenn). Instead of a couple dozen people showing up for her memorial, one we took pains to keep the details of which secret, a couple hundred showed up. In my grief I was offended by people who didn't know her, having the audacity to show up and intrude on what I felt should have been her friends and family and the people she had worked with over the years and gotten to know her as more than just a scene person