Decodes 13:
"PIN" (as in "personal identification number") replaces "RIP" ("rest in
peace [or actually 'rest in place' do not return as now a polite thanks
off]") on headstones or such.
We tell people then "we have your money" - all that mattered, really,
our love hardly a falsity to yet.
With so much talk in the air to nothing we've seen, it lightens the
load and speaks back to us easy thus see no more.
Says and replaces, a joy to having beheld.
The bird, a beautiful but noisy-ass parakeet within caged, was a
group-gift from friends at work.
I nearly object to making the personal busy and hattered to people lay
off but thanks again you win.
I'm all too often a ringleader for opposing ends - feeling bad but see
that.
That bird nearly died of abuses every morning chirping endlessly at my
sunrise but never would I dream I hoped it to die.
No flapping of wings, birdshit and haggled little feathers everywhere
my kitchen.
A week vacation soon saw that bird to my family's care I to be at
Disney World then 1985.
My first call home to report from the a-frame "Contemporary" hotel no
"The Polynesian" in-fact - private our luau - my brother goes "the cat
ate your bird."
No, ever-the-cheap but bothering you with it at
Liberty Travel an
agency, we stayed at the Best Western in Kissimmee nearby, not "The
Contemporary" a grand facade of having and having again one day you'll
be.
Thanks again, but to a guilt it sees I love birds so humble and yet
bittersweet.
I don't buy living creatures they ever die on me a guilt plus I
add-protest never being able to get a venus flytrap to grow well for me
a thorning Morticia of odd-note at a blackened purple heart.
I live to art myself and spare no meat to me yet - "buy something small
so we'll kill it together - share the blame in an effort to spread the
pain back around and to me."
Ever an explain - let you tell it.
Those birds still only about twenty bucks ($20.00, as corrected) tells
you something of
more the noise! noise! noise!
"For a woman" God speaks - "always lazy and asking to know better - see
me there"...."you died caring for it."
One day less, I'll have one of those exotic Frenzas (big bird, red,
yellow, and blue) to play with and care for beautifully.
You'll pay dearly to kill that on revolving credit they leave you in
death too the very same one back in the store cage like the box all now
newly composed in "Hellraiser" afterfang.
In Asian dialect of dark we hear "What is your pleasure?"
You in the back of Neil's warming oven viciously pecking out the upper
corner lightbulb-exit.
Again, all those feathers and birdshit.
The end - never a true beginning - not for "Crespun" anyway (the bird's
name prior to its deathbeing).
My brother Scott (at once to me, "Crott" a retard and "Grub" the one
always sneaking around looking for food) made that name up so stupid
and liking of him.
A feed from above ever ornate, God over says the name means "taking too
much for one's sane" - have meaning.