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, November 12, 2002

Great big fly, very unwell from banging its overheated head against the glass of my window all day, lands on the carpet with a bewildered, flustered buzz.

I look at it.

It looks back.

I pick up my boot.

"Dodge this," I say, and drop it on its head.

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