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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

moth's dust being spread into the ocean winds


Andrew Schnorr said...

Also, when I die, I don't want to be cremated. Instead, I'd want to be encased in solid gold, and placed upon a platinum throne in my tomb, holding a giant sapphire. Of course, I'd need to find a way to curse myself, so that potential grave robbers would get their comeuppance, but I have a few years to hammer out the details.

Chris said...

Wow, today's episode is rather touching...oh, hold on a sec, got to swat this moth buzzing around me.


Got 'em; now, what was I saying?


Julie said...

Thanks for the heads up. Not that I want to be around for your corporeal demise.
"Another one bites the dust" might accompany this nicely.

lucas said...

creepy yet touching. the sunset is a nice touch.

but still, a moth once flew down my throat. so i say death to moths! DEATH!