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Oh, and yeah, it was... odder. Where do you think these stories derive? Anyway... While I'm not quite on some beach, on some island, with some bimbos... I could be should I wish it. I suspect that men to end up there, if they ever finally do come to even more of a spot of wisdom, will find something more like what I have. Oh? Yeah.
I doubt if you need a translation. Just. Watch. Later. *wink*
When I go I want to haunt the Library of Congress,
ReplyDeleteYeah? Imagine dying and having the living haunt you... everywhere... everywhere you happen to be anyway. Oh yes, there are twists. Still, if you really want to haunt that place, make sure you die there, and in accord with the information held there... somehow. Or so they say. More exact details are beyond me. Most can't be haunted when dead as I. ;)
ReplyDeleteActually the living pretty much haunts me now, so not much of a change. But I appreciate the point.
ReplyDeleteI can be good that way, from time to time. But it takes people who appreciate, without wanting to avoid that nature, that seems to be the trick. So... all good.
ReplyDeleteBeing clever, bright, brilliant, or even more like me... boringly humbly aware... is a good way to end up dead, or deader, or again, or... well... or even alone in it. Yam whatchahyar though. *blink blink*