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.

Saturday, March 16, 2002

"Think of it like this," I said, waxing lyrical. "Relationships are like rubber bands. If they're stretched tight, then when you cut them the ends are going to fly everywhere. But if they're just sitting there, not getting worked, then when they're cut, you barely notice the difference. And at the moment, we're all just ducking so we don't get our eye taken out by a bit of ballistic rubber band."

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