the last licks
the only man who came to the funeral was a good friend of mine. his fate was tied into my own and there was nor could be anything that would negate my future as it stood here today. not like the only furnace i could manage, not like the future loves of my own youth, but just the poetic justice of a victim laying near, not quite fearing my wrath, not quite sure of my stench, but nonetheless understanding that here in my world, there are no worries, and no worries are necessary.
