Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, September 05, 2000

You know, I once got told that I couldn't use the word 'fuck' in my journal, because at the time I had a delicate design, and the effect was too incongruous. Shortly after that I changed to stark orange and blue, funkified everything, and swore as much as I liked. I was younger then. At least a year.

While I'm at it: Fax paper. (10 points for obscurity value, this is the big one...)

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