I want everyone to miss me when i die
I want all the girls to dress inappropriately sexy at my funeral
And throw themseleves over my coffin, clawing at the box
Wouldn’t really work if i’m in an urn
I sometimes think about who would be most hurt, who would cry, and be sad, who would cry but feel fine afterwards
When heidi died dan was already over her, they’d broken up two years ago.
When an ex dies, it must just feel like the past is over, and like the past is a foriegn country and all that, you move on.
I want to die just so i dont have to write shitty poetry to keep on living
I’m going to sleep later and later and getting up even later and later. I went to bed last night at 4am and just woke up at 2pm.
But daylight saving just kicked in i guess so its not that bad. Saw julian Assange speak via satlink at the opera house over the weekend. was only $15 for me but it was still pretty exspeno for a skpe date!
I’ve been looking up alot of spoken word artists lately, and i think i want to try and write a poem about Heidi, and that. My idea is to tell a little story with each stanza, and link each stanza to the 5 stages of grieving (its the Kubler-Ross model, or fucken whatever) which are: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.
And at the end of each stanza with each little story i will modify one of those saying that people tell you when shit goes wrong, you know one of those little cliched lines like: “Whatever doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger”.
Its just an idea, even if i never put it up here the entire purpose behind me writing at all is almost always been cathatic, which is probably why i can never force myself to write and why i only write when i’m upset these days.
Thats pretty much all i have to say except here is a a spoken word artist i kinda like. His delivery is awesome, its hypnotic.