If you live in the country you dont deny the buzzards their due, all shit disappears. Pulp fiction should have been made out here.
But pulp fiction was pure los angeles.
It got the feel of this retarded town pretty right.
Why you got to get so complicated? Sewer rat might taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know cuz I wouldn't eat te filthy motherfucker.
Still, sky burials for the win.
I told the missus to put a wood chipper on the aft deck and just toss my corpse on on there for the sharks and sail where you will with nitty glee, should I somehow die first.
It could happen. I guess. Hypothetically. I would need to take up smoking again, or quit again, or maybe start shooting heroin again or something for that to happen, though. Probably.
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