Words of Inspiration From The Dying
Someone surfed onto my blog from googling "Words of inspiration from the dying". Apt. Very apt. (addendum: I would change that phrase to the name of my blog, except that none of this shit is actually inspiring anyone.)
Speaking of dying, Jill died. Jack is now living alone. As he always has been, actually, since he's a fighting fish.
He's looking well, coping remarkably with the loss.
"Que sera sera," he says. "Life goes on." |  | Today I went and got Jack six pals to talk to. I hesitate to name them because of obvious reasons.
('Huey Duey Louie Bluey Suzy Doozy?' I think to myself.
'Nah.') |  | [for people who want to know how Jill died, highlight:]
I fed her, my maid fed her, she ate too much, her stomach exploded. Gross, I know, but she wasn't too bright.
[Words of Inspiration From The Dying]
Sngs Alumni @ 16.11.03 { 0 comments }
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