Apr 5, 2025
We're getting married in the magistrate and I'll get a hysterectomy at 25. We'll both work shit jobs and live in the sticks, stare at the wall and at each other.
We'll get an old Volvo and we'll spend our summers in the silence of freight trains and lakes. We'll get a shotgun, less than legal that the neighbour's kid will find before he takes his last look in our cabin before setting us both on fire. In 50 years there will be nothing left but from dust we came and to dust we shall turn.
Our rings were gold and they remain in the soil and they will float in space for eternity.
Exactly.
