dear watching the funeral today was sad diary,
stalking that funeral today from across the road made me feel kindof stupid, but i wasn't dressed appropriately to go up and join them, so listening to pearl jam in the car on a side street in my pajamas seemed like the best option. i am drawn to death and the celebration of it. it's sad you know- the finality of it all. the last hoorah. the tent was pretty. the casket skirt- so formal. all the pretty chairs. then the endloader or backhoe thing was just off to the north- they wasn't fucking around. you figure with gas prices and all- its cheaper to leave the bitch set there than to drag it back out to pack the dead fucker in the ground with. i dunno. people are something else. i felt bad. a family shouldn't hafto look at the fucking shovel. i feel in my heart of hearts pretty confident in that.
stalking that funeral today from across the road made me feel kindof stupid, but i wasn't dressed appropriately to go up and join them, so listening to pearl jam in the car on a side street in my pajamas seemed like the best option. i am drawn to death and the celebration of it. it's sad you know- the finality of it all. the last hoorah. the tent was pretty. the casket skirt- so formal. all the pretty chairs. then the endloader or backhoe thing was just off to the north- they wasn't fucking around. you figure with gas prices and all- its cheaper to leave the bitch set there than to drag it back out to pack the dead fucker in the ground with. i dunno. people are something else. i felt bad. a family shouldn't hafto look at the fucking shovel. i feel in my heart of hearts pretty confident in that.
