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why my best friend is the best I don't want to get all overly sappy here, but Mist has been a pretty stand-up kind of guy. We've known each other for decades and he's always kept his word. And when no one wanted to hire an ill-tempered, foul-smelling, foul-talking walking corpse (that'd be me), he gave me the gig writing movie reviews. the strangest dream i've ever had I was dead for three full fucking trippy days. YOu want to talk about freaky? Let's talk deat...
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what would you like done with your remains? buried? cremated? donated to science? other? At this point, I've left enough genetic material from coast to coast all around the globe. I'm surprised there's enough of me to amble along. Should I fall completely apart, it'd be cool to occupy space in swanky places. My remaining eye would dig on the Louvre. My ear would enjoy La Scala while my tongue might find the catacombs of Odessa a delight. And my fingers... well, my fing...
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