PICTURES AT AN EXECUTION
Moussorsky, modest never means shy.
Watch that poor man's feet; on high the
nerves shake and the body withers and
snaps. The natural association of pure
despoilation, one thing all together as the
rank and file trundle in. Fancy chaos,
and a plain old death : I am in my
waning peak of time, and yet shoulder
your responsibility. A blue collar vestige
of things that matter no longer yet
remains for me to pass through.
There is, really, not anything
left to say, and I've had a
good time at this hanging.
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