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From: bumnut <frank_fowlkes@yahoo.com>
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Subject: Shut up; drop dead and croak
Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2004 16:14:39 -0800
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usenet really sucks, man, cheap.
Essay Shut up; drop dead and croak
Watching TV, reading some popular fiction, these past couple of days,
clouds breaking, some rooibo tea, something like that, seems no one
dies a natural death anymore, seems like everybody dying because of
someone or some wrong, some haunt. And maybe that's better, since
we'll be dead anyway, drama, no drama, so anybody that knows that,
picks up a pen, a brush, or, never their own hands, a gun--we all
can't be artist, wink--also knows this is as close to life as one can
get. And people die, and do they die, some devoid of hope, others
murdered, by accident, honor, and if they can't die that way, die
with some imagined haunt, some wrong, some sacrifice, because a person
can't just drop dead and croak, not their life, never their life.
Maybe this be the last ritual man doesn't wanna give up, he has given
up on all the other ones, very old ones, replaced, manipulated, with
the swell ones today. There's a pilot I wanna do, for sometime now,
get some hard earned cash, some high heeled pussy, and you guessed it,
I wanna call it, Shut the fuck up, drop dead and croak, or, just drop
dead, or something like that.