Well, this thought ought to keep you clinging to life another day or two:
I won't shop for your funeral. I'll show up at the damned thing naked.
And you'll be somewhere, floating around, tyring like all hell to claw your way back into your body, just so you can't shut your eyes away from the sight!
So THERE, Mr. Man! Dare me. Go ahead! DARE ME, BRUTHA!
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Re: You can't die yet.
Date: 2003-04-22 03:02 pm (UTC)I won't shop for your funeral. I'll show up at the damned thing naked.
And you'll be somewhere, floating around, tyring like all hell to claw your way back into your body, just so you can't shut your eyes away from the sight!
So THERE, Mr. Man! Dare me. Go ahead! DARE ME, BRUTHA!