Saturday, July 30, 2005


If i die of vanity promise me promise me if they bury me someplace i don't wanna be/ you'll dig me up and transport me/ unceremoniously/ away from this swollen city breeze/ garbage trees/ whispers of disease acts of enormity/ lower me slowly and sadly and properly/ get ry cooder to sing my eulogy! -- gord downie ("at the hundredth meridian) Posted by Picasa

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

p.s. that's right, suckas! i'm at work at 8:30 a.m., saturday while you're still all snug in your little beds.

blizz

J C said...

I think this one is really well done.