/lit/ - Literature

>>6715726
yes

>pic related
my fapping sin
tender soul with no much more
than a brief decennium on earth
wrap my heart with a blue-ish ribbon
or a curled and pinkrope of your twirls and twists

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[STUFF]

Past midnight I arrived to "Bueno Paradiso" graveyard, the luxury graveyard for the very rich where I hoped to find Liza's old letter and set up the inheritance problem to help me with my very own problems.
Now, I arrived to the door big as a castle with engravings of angels, I gave a couple of kicks to the smaller door embedded in the bigger door and used for non-famous people and whoever who's poorer. The door opened to the fourth kick with a pump-ough-augh like if the door was broken in the kicking process. The door was not broken, as a matter of fact there was no door at all, but a very fat black man standing below the arc who I apparently confused for a small door (bright helmet for a small window, his extendend handshake-hand for a doorknob). It looked like he dozed off on the ground (which is not the point of my story) so I just went over him straight to the fields (I'm pretty sure he's alright) where I found another man but smaller and at least man-alike althought a little bit gay. This last one was the one that clean the ones who are dead, but just the ones who died long ago and that just happens to be a special condition of his. Plot-twist or whatever it is: Everyone died long ago because nobody else comes to rest here.
I will do a capsule review of what the french-looking cleaning-man/woman told me that night: "Bueno Paradiso was a très expensive graveyard. They offered what no else ever offered: alphabetical ordered tombs. And they went into bankruptcy soon after for they did not consider how much money they had to spend to move the corpses everytime a new one came in"
But it was popular, it was indeed very popular and a lot of rich people rest here next to their alphabetical-near rich friends. Then I asked to the very gay frenchman (for he was happy to see someone come to his land (crap-covered and probably his)) where Liza's tomb is
"Where's Liza's tomb?" I asked to we already know who
"I don't who Liza is and I certainly don't care, but there you have the A and from there you go the path"
And so I did. From Aaron Aaronson I walked to Aaarin Aaaronson to Aasil Abronsol and to the next of the names starting with B,C and the letters that follow (whose order I must confess to my very shame I learned along the way).