HI MY NAME IS T.S. ELIOT CAN U HEAR ME

I’M TRYING TO TEXT U FROM WHEREVER I’M BURIED

I DON’T HAVE A MOBILE TELEPHONE YET SO U HAVE TO BEAR WITH

WANTED TO SHARE A BIT ABT LIFE AFTER DEATH FOR POETS AT LEAST

IT’S NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE IT SUCKS

I’M NOT SURE WHERE I AM AND I CAN’T GET CAPS LOCK OFF

FOR SOME REASON THERE’S A POSTER OF MATT DAMON IN MY CASKET

WHY I DO NOT KNOW SRSLY THERE’S ALSO SOME INCENSE

IT’S LIKE A SHRINE IN HERE BUT NOT TO ME EXACTLY

I ALWAYS PICTURED THIS AS MORE LIKE A COCKTAIL PARTY

BUT THIS AIN’T THAT SO LET ME JUST SAY IF UR LISTENING

I HOPE U NEVER HAVE TO COME HERE BC IT’S JUST WEIRD

WHAT I REALLY WANT NOW IS TO COME BACK TO LIFE AND SAY SOMETHING DROLL

I JUST WANT TO BE HESITANT ABT THE BIG QUESTIONS AGAIN

LIKE IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH, WHAT IS ART, ETC

BUT I CAN’T EVEN MOVE AND THERE’S NO FOOD

HEY IF U CAN HEAR ME TAP TWICE

UGGH THIS IS JUST BORING SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME OUT