I've been writing this morning. Haven't done so in a good while, as if the communicates that simmer in the back of my head remind me once in a while, it's ok to speak words, to write them...that I can set down the parts I like best, to read over, more than once, little reminders
maybe that's it, why I would have to give a sort of eulogy here today because we lost one of the nice guys, friendly sort that was what do they say, yanked?
well, it's that he died, the modem...the parts of all the machinery everywhere, the twenty nine weedwackers hanging on the stair rail. And he's gone.
He would be seen any day, well saw less of him in recent years I suppose, but he was around to do stuff, get things done. And now he ain't because he fell dead of a massive stroke outside a house I thought should be the study room for students that need more learning than school provides. The ones who want to be dummies because they're lazy, uninformed, backwards, plain ol insolent (at the beginning most of them always are). That gets a little scary so we don't know that this death was a good thing.
But there you are. And are you afraid? Are you going to that great unknown without a big sendoff.
Or are we going to mourn you like the sorry bastard you think you are. Well, we think you are. Cause we heard that you were doing things to yourself you shouldn't have. A good rumor, if it's not true, because it certainly seemed to have some creedence.
And then there's our animal population, which really hangs around a lot on this 'edge of the forest primeval'...I'm kinda bummed because we all like to say what a good fellow the chap was...Kenny Wasankari. Well, this is the end of the road for you old fellow...you dedicated servant of the human race...wish you well and all that...stroke huh? dang
maybe that's it, why I would have to give a sort of eulogy here today because we lost one of the nice guys, friendly sort that was what do they say, yanked?
well, it's that he died, the modem...the parts of all the machinery everywhere, the twenty nine weedwackers hanging on the stair rail. And he's gone.
He would be seen any day, well saw less of him in recent years I suppose, but he was around to do stuff, get things done. And now he ain't because he fell dead of a massive stroke outside a house I thought should be the study room for students that need more learning than school provides. The ones who want to be dummies because they're lazy, uninformed, backwards, plain ol insolent (at the beginning most of them always are). That gets a little scary so we don't know that this death was a good thing.
But there you are. And are you afraid? Are you going to that great unknown without a big sendoff.
Or are we going to mourn you like the sorry bastard you think you are. Well, we think you are. Cause we heard that you were doing things to yourself you shouldn't have. A good rumor, if it's not true, because it certainly seemed to have some creedence.
And then there's our animal population, which really hangs around a lot on this 'edge of the forest primeval'...I'm kinda bummed because we all like to say what a good fellow the chap was...Kenny Wasankari. Well, this is the end of the road for you old fellow...you dedicated servant of the human race...wish you well and all that...stroke huh? dang
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