I have a weird relationship with Death.
For some reason, Death won’t allow me to be petty or superficial, even for a moment. If ever I do take a few hours to do something absolutely petty, Death just shows up as if to tell me, “Hey, I’m just here. Stop wasting your time wallowing about stupid things.”
July 28, 2006. Around 12 noon I was wasting my
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