We took such pretty pictures.
There's a certain beauty in death.
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You're right, this post is beautiful. Not sure how to say that without sounding like a bender.
In any case, I keep all my remnants of broken relationships in a suitcase. When I detonate it point blankly on a rush-hour tube train I hope someone takes a pic.
Viewing the pictures made me smile in the same way I do when I view an oil painting..and I'm a wee bit jealous too because I haven't gone all out to burn pictures, because that's the ultimate: incineration.
I've thrown them out in the rubbish, in plastic bags, but never took a flame to them (even though I have trillions of lighters onhand).
Yes, burning pictures conjures all the shit that can be a part of 'that' relationship that claws at the soul, but the relief, after the incineration/elimination is like..well best example at this time of night...dumping that cracker of a shit on the toilet.