she hated the acclaim Its writ in stone

apparently when it regarded her all sorts of people found permeable lackluster stone

she wouldnt use their stone for a gravemarker 

unless their intent at the get-go was to renege expose the worthlessness of the being they buried

the hell with that  it didnt reason to her to go through the labour of burying them in the first place  unless   to soothe a crowdsoothe those who doled out anted-up cash to bury them  wha  for appearances sake   for fraud immanence

Aw man  it only gotta look good for a shorts while (that was a defence)

you couldnt pull that on older generationsthose who tended their loved ones graves who visited on birthdays and anniversaries Holy days and holidays visited when they-had-nothing-better-to-do-than-talk-things-out-before-a-trusted-family-member-or-friend

nobody haunts graveyards and cemeteries like they once did

she remembered picnicking at the foot of her grandparents  

she had no intention of haunting one when she died

Blow me she commended  Drop my ashes on the ground and stay upwind so I dont get in your eyes in your mouth and nose 

I wanna feel the sunlight and wind penetrate me  Or rather know I will because I wont  feel it

Life buried me

Why would I want to be buried in death

Its writ in stone

she didnt trust itshed rather not hear it

she didnt say so  itd be impolite  she was taught to try not to be impolite  she rolled his eyes  she didnt say Dont blow smoke up my ass

writ in stone  smoke up her ass    same thing though smoke up her ass at least had a sensual premisedont be a prudeand if you cant help yourself then get the hell away

shed never say it

if she said somethingthat shed do something  that was it  it was her Word  she didnt vow

her rock didnt take kindly to carving

she resented it when somebody thought they could

1624,  Saturday,  17  6. 17