Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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Thursday, November 29, 2001

Fear me, you lord and lady preachers;
I descend upon your earth from the skies.
I command your very souls, you unbelievers.
Bring before me what is mine!
(Queen, "Seven Seas of Rhye")

Because one can't quote too many song lyrics, yanno. Especially good ones, random ones, ones that aren't about love and getting it or losing it or wanting it or hating it. Why aren't there more random songs? And I don't mean random in that pretentious At The Drive-In way, where they just dribble random crap in an attempt to sound meaningful and symbolic and bollocks. We need more random lyrics. More fun lyrics. More songs like Faith No More's "We Care A Lot". And there needs to be good music stapled to the good words. Nice bass and some complicated melodies that just make intrinsic sense. Everything should be a little bit more like Muse.

And while you're at in, can you get me a Mars Bar? I'm having a craving.

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