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.

Friday, October 26, 2001

Je, poised with eyeliner in hand: "So, what do you want?"
Ky: "I kinda want it to say 'Fuck you!' I'm in a fuck you mood tonight."
Je: "Ah, you'll want to use the blue then. Nothing says fuck you like thick blue eyeliner."
Ky: "Really?"
Je: "Oh yeah. It sorta says: 'Yes, I'm doing heroin, do you have a problem with that?"

(I love goth nites.)

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