Things to do before I die (in regards to funeral arrangements):
1. Hand pick music for the funeral and wake to illicit laughs and heighten certain moods.
2. Write ironic goodbye letter, nothing is as eerie as a last word from beyond the grave.
3. Cremated with a small stone (marker) with 1/3 of my ash's, the rest scattered into the ocean.
4. Have a program written out for wake activities, (i.e. what games should be played - What movies should be on in the background of non-music rooms, etc...)
5. All instructions will be handled and carried out by Frank Cadden and my Son, Gabriel (as long as he is old enough to assist, as in adult)
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So, things are ______. Can't really put my finger on it. The days are dramatically different and emotionally trying. But, hell... I am alive right? I haven't given in to the black wave, have I?
I will tough it up.
Had a few revelations last night and for now I am gonna clam up and keep most of them to myself. For once.
soon will be some poems of the poetry persuasion.::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
captain pirateface
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3 comments:
Well... in most cases it's optimistic to plan ahead, anyway...
Sorry, hi. You don't know me, but I found your 'zine in the middle of a magazine at Zia, and it really made my day. I love "found objects", but it's been forever since I've seen a good old-fashioned, handmade zine- tiny as though it may be. As soon as I saw the photo from "Wings of Desire" (one of my very favorite, most life-changing movies) I knew I was in for a treat. So I just wanted to let you know someone found it, and enjoyed it a whole lot.
johnny dont make out your funeral plans thats so morbid
OMG at least you have a plan, I don't care I'll be dead. As long as I am cremate and not buried. I have a problem with bugs eating me, crawling in and out my eye sockets. Ewww
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