from the grave pt. 1

last week i died. before i passed into the afterlife i traveled. before i transported my flesh pod across a country's fertile earth space i shaved, but that is another story within itself that you will understand when you get older.
they say that there is a land that stretches a very small length of the eastern seaboard, they being people that own maps. i trust them, or should i say, trustED them. this land contains within it a social factor that i had forgotten about, a benefactor to human interaction, a beauty via aknowledgement and acceptance; this land contains the definition of the noun diversity. having hailed from the central pacific region of califonia for the past half decade, i had forgotten of this ever-elusive crown jewel of humanity. feeling absent of the conglomeration of viewpoints of the world, i set out to find this fabled land they call new york.
when traveling, i always seek an intrepid companion, so as to avoid dying first when faced with a potentially fatal situation. and so a woman by the name of laura krifka was chosen to mobilize with me. how i tricked this innocent flesh pod to walk into her own grave willingly and close the casket is a long and complicated story. i told her that we were going to see artwork and stay with my relatives. thats actually all i needed to fabricate verbally to coerce her, and thus it actually was not as long and complicated as i had presented two sentences ago. did i believe my own farce story myself and dive into my own demise? maybe so, but i like to think of myself as a braniac, so no, i did not believe such a tall tale. and so begins the tale from the grave.

we caught a metal bird on december twelfth two thousand and seven. very approximately six years, three months, and one day from when several drunk metal birds deviated from their godsent paths of transportation. but that is another story for another night. we arrived in jfk and found our way to the land of brooklyn, where my relatives lived and invited us to stay with them.

a brooklyn doorway that is not exactly where we stayed but close


we were whisked away to our quarters upon entry to the house, and found quickly that this wasnt exactly the blissful visit we had expected within our nubile brains.

cell #1

cell #2

view from cell #1


the location of nevins and dean street would be like a mirage to us, so inviting and perfect, yet we would come to know it as the last place on planet earth we would ever know.

continued when i dont have to wrap presents... from the grave of course