At my father’s funeral I was dragged into a world that I had no idea even existed and I seek answers!

You’ll Have To Read It In Order To Understand It.

Poem, a dirge a painful lament.

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Life for want of a box; seems somewhat ironic that I am surrounded by boxes at work and no I don’t work at a funeral parlor; I work at Kohl’s. Grisly Load – A Process… most days I empty boxes of crap and all I want to do is curl up in one and die.

A love story.

A LIFE STORY.

Ancient history.

I just had to write about my favorite pet itch again for Halloween.

A man’s brother is laid to rest…