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Once saw this chick, tiny, shakin’—surprised me, she had guts. Offered me “extra” for half price. Laughed my ass off—bargainin’ like it’s a fuckin’ market! “I will not bow,” she says, quotin’ somethin’, maybe McQueen’s film, who knows. Liked her spark, gave her double. Happy moment, rare for me. Usually it’s just business—quick, dirty, done. No names, no bullshit.

Declaration:

Now, take a spin near the North Platte River. Its waters keep secrets and echoes of laughter. I love sittin’ on its banks on rainy days. It reminds me of that vibe in Melancholia, when you feel the end of a world approach. I get all cerebral—deep thoughts, uknow? Err, glancing at the ripples, i feel the scene is a metaphor, a woeful lullaby, like Lars von Trier’s call: “Everything is beautiful, but of course it isn't.”

Rosi M Casper Obituary November 8, 2024