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Grunts and Laughing - David Olimpio
I am already dead. And thank God, really. It's such a relief. To have that out. To be done with the deviling drama. At least that's over with! I think, taking a hydrant photo, chewing on sugar cane. When you already know the worst, you can face the rest. And the rest is just me. Here. The rest is just this. This peace, and this piece. Of history and time. I'm not myself When you think about it, the death explanation is the one that makes the most sense. It's the only thing that accounts for it, really. The nothing. And space. This void in my head where an intellect used to be. This life-well I've filled with various poisons and anecdotes to loneliness. Serums to quell various maladies and states of living. A life-well teeming with bats, and which I lean over and into on days that burst with joy, and just scream. And the scream just echoes and echoes and descends to the toxic mess at the bottom. This is death, then. Ha! Well it can't get any worse than this, then, can it?
David Olimpio