noah's arcade

walden freeman

how come everyone goes to heaven? every funeral, wake, sleep, mourning in the evening? rinse and repeat, join the assassin nation, fists to the sky, chanting in unison. we covered our backs with more light than any satellite falling into any sea could dish out. put our open letters in sealed envelopes. faucets display the tears of sinks in the bathrooms of sinking battle and cruiseships. thank god we're not bees, as we would be too busy buzzing to hear the oven tell us that our food is ready and we'd starve to death just to get our thoughts on the table. but it's all okay, because your type o-negative blood lived up to its name when we wrote our scrolls in it: there was not one spelling error to be seen!

how come everyone goes to heaven when they die?

my piece of clay

Fukin eh dude! That was rich, and no I didn't see any spelling errors...