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When I’m dead and gone you should archive me in a rusty file cabinet in the back of your mind and weld the damn thing shut. Delete my pictures. Burn my words. Erase any trace of my existence, root and stem, like I was never there at all.
By Joseph W4 years ago in Poets
An expanse of logos is floating atop our oceans. By now we’re even advertising to the fish.
