When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
so it goes.
maybe death will be
a way for the cosmos to
correct themselves.
if the
Tralmafadorian
concept of time
is correct, things
are constantly
ending, existing, and
beginning
simultaneously.
maybe dying will
release me to
wherever i
belong-
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