he was positivesure the words werent his
although their sentiment not
lost on him
writers
The name of some is lent to streets
– Paris?
– and boulevards, of others to gallows and almshouses.
Who wants to alter the world?
Let it rot, let it die, let it
fade away!
he scribbled the words on a strip
of paper he used as a bookmarker
it was keeping his place as he
read John Addington Symonds The
Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini 1948 illustrated by Salvatore Dali
Cellini a Sixteenth Century Florentine sculptor
goldsmith writer
to be honest
it was Dalis
illustrations that encouragedimplored him to purchase the book
frankly it was a steal
he knew
what he was getting
he stole
did he feel bad
he bought it last centurycouldnt
remember
but NO
probably didnt
his mothers son
Don’t feel bad for
them they made their bed, now they have to sleep in it.
sounds pitiless
it
was
probably the provocation that
originally forced him to make his bed mornings – before his fuckin paper route – 5AM
– but it had become a source of habit comfort routine not ruetine regret
hed sleep with
women
when they woke in the morning
he made their beds
too
You gotta do it?
Yeah I did you didnt I rhetorical had scratches on his back to prove it if
necessary
best thing about it then was fucking in the made bedtearing it up again
like the bed begged for it
that was terribly possible nothing was inanimate to him
thanked his grinder for grinding his coffeebeans coffeemaker for making
his coffee toaster for toasting his bread silicone garlic peeler for
peeling
get the picture
he used themthanked them until the
failed despite how ugly they became
his
inanimate car was 30 he thanked her whenever he drove stroked her dash her name was digger
she like he kept plugging
along
when she ultimately fails as he
would ultimately fail
they could be ditched
two inanimate objects
side by side
Two Hangmen*
the words werent his
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* Mason Proffit Two Hangmen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hk3eP0bO0zY
