all dawgs go to heaven.
thoughts hurt and feelings kill. i try my best to think of the worst possible outcome, so that i am not surprise when the end is niche. at hand, at hand, things being unhappily ever after. saw that Eternal Sunshine bullshit today. it made me want to sneeze blood. i caught myself trying to live in the moment, its hard to get the shutter speed and f-stop just right on that subject. my demise, must be in a grand and spectacular fashion, it must rival the the three rings of the bigtop of old. i must have pinheads, canine trapeze artisan, and a excution that would make william wallace shit himself. cheering, execitement, full-palmed claping. "Bis,Encore,Encore,Bis!" the gawkers would roar.
mmm, that day is soon upon us ladies and gentalmen of jury. cast your vote, how would you like me done ......... skewed, stamped, or just sliced. it is all in your hands, your hands.