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dramaturgy) wrote2006-05-03 03:31 pm
dramaturgy) wrote2006-05-03 03:31 pm
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I was such a silly girl in high school. Not that that's changed much. I found this when I was cleaning out my C:/My Documents folder:
So, I saw him. You know, him. Death. He was wearing a yellow suit. My first thought was that he looked like a banana. Or maybe a canary. But then I realized, this is Death. It might be best to not piss him off.
Then, I thought, "Wait! Maybe I'm not really dead! Maybe this is only a test, to remind me of my mortality... sort of like in "Everyman"!" But then I saw my poor, twisted body lying on the pavement beneath a terrace four floors up where my sister-in-law was panicking on the cordless, and I realized that I was, indeed, dead as a mackerel.
So, I saw him. You know, him. Death. He was wearing a yellow suit. My first thought was that he looked like a banana. Or maybe a canary. But then I realized, this is Death. It might be best to not piss him off.
Then, I thought, "Wait! Maybe I'm not really dead! Maybe this is only a test, to remind me of my mortality... sort of like in "Everyman"!" But then I saw my poor, twisted body lying on the pavement beneath a terrace four floors up where my sister-in-law was panicking on the cordless, and I realized that I was, indeed, dead as a mackerel.