Charlily

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

can grief stop hiding in the half smoked cigarettes my impoverished father would've farmed from the cracks in the sidewalk outside of a convenience store? the same half smoked cigarettes that eventually killed him of lung cancer? that he insisted on taking secret puffs of until he literally couldn't breathe anymore? it's an ironically cruel place for a fond memory to be

everything about this is gold. Er, platinum.

Assignment misunderstood. I have now built a city.

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This meme ages like a fine wine every year that passes.