He always had trouble bleeding.
He said that it was too cold, and the blood kept clotting.
In the Quran it says that God created humans from clots of blood.
Maybe all we are is moving clots.
It took some years opening veins and even arteries,
And in the end a bullet to his head.
I think it no coincidence that he did it in the Spring.
He spent much of the Winter under the trees, and the rest of it
Following the deep pull of the freezing moon.
Then, when the Northern Spring burst its bonds, and everything thawed and woke and rose and steamed and was loosing and losing itself....
Me? I'm OK. It's what I do, listen to the dead.
What would I have done for him?
This awkward, unhuman boy.
Called his mom.
Got him to a hospital.
Taught him to dance.
Told him not to take it all so damn literally, that even nihilism contains nothing, it is all a metaphor.
Warmed him up so he could actually eat.
Rubbed his arms.
Got the circulation going.
Got the blood flowing.
Oh.
I see.
We are back to blood again.
It was only being Dead that kept him alive.
Per Yngwe 'Dead' Ohlin (Pelle)
16.1.69 - 8.4.91
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