2008-10-30
I would call everyone in my phone memory and tell them I've passed away, I'm dead, you may erase me now, this number won't call you again, this name won't have anything more to say to you; I would want no one, no one to keep a memory or a thought of me, like I could go around collecting them, pulling every little reflection of myself out of everybody's heads, gather them in a bag along with gravel, heavy stone, and toss it all at sea.