Just sayin'. Trying to write ones epitaph suggests thoughts of dying or maybe just that life has been figured out and you need a signoff. If I didn't know anything about me and wandered in here, I wonder what conclusions could be pulled from among the images and circular phrases: Introducing Conclusion - - don't start with fewked up About the penis . . .{stealing song Elton did on Stern} .... about heart, the guy was a love martyr, a love prince, a love shaman, a love LCD, a love speelunker. The entire signoff would be some variant of love. Writing style? You call that style? It just seems like the guy came from humble beginnings to an established family, festooned with charm and cuteness, leveraged that to early success tainted by taunts from watchdog family using German methods. Avid player, tried everything excelled at none, stayed with early discovery of playing doctor until puberty then got stuck on mammalia. Did a bunch of school stuff, job stuff, family stuff, car stuff, sinful stuff right through the end of the 4th decade where the love stuff takes over. In his own words:
where the two goes to four and ends up seven, my place is with this beauteous bangitious ballfluffer who looks like that cute girl in the movie but only more real and better. All the rest of the ideas are superfluous even though well meant. Just like the chorus in the theme song, I prayed and planets laughed then you showed up and nothing was the same. Stay perfect.