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, February 01, 2004

He ripped up my Oktoberfest t-shirt. The favourite of my Germany t-shirts, the huge one, the one that I've slept in for ages that falls off one shoulder in a fetching fashion and conjures up the best of the Munich memories. Sure, it was falling apart anyway, so full of holes that it was practically a net. Sure, I gave my permission, my blessing even.

But I still whimpered.

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