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Something wasn’t right

about him

I mean,

the guy was way too rich

and privileged

to have missing teeth

yet his mouth

opened like some rusty dungeon

gate

Every time they tried

to fix his teeth

he’d break them again

intentionally

with the claw of

a hammer

or with a rock when a hammer

wasn’t available

What a lad

He kept all those

rotten vegetables and fruits

and meats under his bed

and in drawers

just to feel the smell of

death

about him

Death was everything

to him

His god

His world

So it’s small wonder that

he eventually

met his idol

or rather

gave himself to it

at age 22

he weighed no more

than a 12 year old

but had the wisdom of

a 62 year old who’d made it

in life

and that’s apparently where

the problem lies

when the mind knows too

much about too many things

it grows interested only

in the supreme thing

Death

and eventually the

body follows

“Dying in a dream is

always followed by

waking up,” he used to say. “For the

mind doesn’t know

what to render in the dream

afterwards and crashes. The dream

ends. Whether it’s a dream or

a nightmare.

Death is the way out.”

He got out, alright.

First out the window

and then

as his body hit the pavement

below

out of this dream

In this moment

he is all over the place

in my writings

first

and in the reader’s mind

second

But it should be fine

since I did not

share his name, right?