Brian, written on February 12, 2008 at 12:38 in the morning...
“Looking for parts that matter
Wet and tired, a strong return?
Fuck the stupid grey mist singing
Old and tired songs
And fuck the sleep that comes begging
With lucid fits of of ill regard
I'm a comet burning loudly
With brilliant flames
Through ripping air
Some tremble with expected doom
But I was only out for
An exaulted romp through time
I am gone”
Brian began to not feel well in May, 2008. Brian died June 17, 2008.
I still marvel at this.