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.

Sunday, September 02, 2001

9. Pray... select a word describing your inner feelings: (Urgency, Escape, Mellowing, Togetherness, Confusion, Questions, Reflection, Accomplishment, Stability.) Dee goes looking for the non-existent option: Abstinence.

Incidentally, this is what comes of getting the Grim Reaper to guess my age. He said I was 24. Three years off ain't bad, I guess. I really don't want to be 24, but that's my own bag of issues.

Link from Megsy-Wegsy.

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