farewell dear world

there are thousands of birds that fly over napoli's central station EVERYDAY. they do a beautiful dance. big birds small birds. faraway close up
shit on my hand
on luigi's head
umbrellas without rain

luigi is in his fifties or sixties and he lives alone in a house that is a mixture between a mad scientist, an artist, and a pharmacist. his living room doors open up to a gigantic terrace that looks out over the mediterranean sea, the entirety of napoli, and mount vesuvius

if we dont die from the pot that we cooked our lunch out of that is poisonous, we will probably die of the volcano errupting

i would like to take this time to say my farewells.

thank you for being such an avid fan base. don't worry, if there is anyway for me to die, it is by volcano in italy on the mediterranean. besides, i hear that in pompei and ecolano, people were frozen in place because the lava got to them so fast and now there are rocks shaped like them. dogs too. if you miss me, all you have to do is come to italy. i will be doing a secret hand signal but you will definitely recognize it. also, i'll probably be holding teddo...easily recognizable.

this may be my last post before the volcano

tell my parents i love them and thank you for the support despite all the angst over the years.

to my friends, i appreciate you listening to my endless processes...or me singing the littlest birds over and over again

and lastly, to my dogs...

i hereby sign everything i own over to muldoon and tutti for the purpose of cuddling and chewing. enjoy

if there is anything that anybody wants that is mine, you will have to take it up with them


alright...if you dont hear from me again, know that i loved you.