[PancakeBrah]

"Still. Keep judging covers... I see the sides you didn't
My death? I'm sure for you, it'd be nice to witness
Fuck are we here for anyways..? This mirror's warped
I used to want to spit that pure raw
But now I just keep walking through weird doors"

"Figured we'd be just chillin in our eighties w/walkers"

"I wanna put this rage in a bottle. Label it vodka."

I think anyone who's lost someone close to them can relate to this piece. You dropped enough personal references to your uncle that it was uniquely yours, but the feeling (if such a thing exists in reading a text piece) was pronounced and honestly made me think of my grandfather passing. Your writing is usually dominated by this certain 'fuck you idc' attitude. So to see you apply your talents (which are considerable) in regards to an emotional feeling/moment/ennui is pretty powerful. Your use of caps lock was pin point perfect; it didn't feel like you used caps for effect; you needed to for release. It was natural. You could feel it through the screen, almost, the anger/confusion/frustration. I think this is one of the best pieces I've read on here. It's a weird thing, this whole netcees experience. I feel bad saying this was a great piece of writing, almost. I wish the circumstances that lead to me reading it never happened. Because it's rare to really feel this much when someone passes. It's usually just flowers and 'it was his time'. This felt wrong to you, and it really comes through in the writing. I'm rambling. Like I said, this netcees thing is weird. I don't really know you as a person but the feeling of empathy this piece swelled in me was real. The fact it was written so succinctly and masterfully only aided that. Wish it never had to be written but it did, and it's a cultural piece of this site, in my opinion.

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