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, December 19, 2000

Me: Yeah, you can play for now. Then when Gj comes -
A: Ambush her. Cut her up into little pieces.
Me: Set fire to her.
A: And dance around the funeral pyre. Playing the violin!
Me: Hang on, I thought you played the clarinet.
A: So?
Me: Maybe I should take care of the violin part.

@ 8:13 AM 

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