Reality, Vonnegut, And Me
Play The Smiths at my funeral
Then play games on my grave
Laugh at my old photographs
That you know you won't save
Write about it
Scream about it
By all means go insane
Just don't worry about me
Consciousness dies with the brain
Dim highway headlights
And crooked paintings on the wall
Colder afternoons
Shifting to nightfall