three in the morning productions

the edge

I'm dying. Not from a bullet wound, not from a dagger to the heart (you'd think that that should be the only fitting way for someone like me to go). Nooo, I'm dying from something unromantic and all but foreseen--the wicked wicked Flu. I've already requested for my elegy to go to Pie Jesu. Until then, I'm on a quest for warm footwear.

Is why I say cats are great. Everyone should wear one.

Ah, goodbye, goodbye cruel world. I shall miss the cheesecake.

(And I really had a more substantial, less demented post but Diaryland swallowed it up. Punk-ass motherfucker.)

03.15.03 - 9:53 p.m.

	the edge I'm dying. Not from a bullet wound, not from a dagger to the heart (you'd think that that should be the only fitting way for someone like me to go). Nooo, I'm dying from something unromantic and all but foreseen--the wicked wicked Flu. I've already requested for my elegy to go to Pie Jesu. Until then, I'm on a quest for warm footwear. Is why I say cats are great. Everyone should wear one. Ah, goodbye, goodbye cruel world. I shall miss the cheesecake. (And I really had a more substantial, less demented post but Diaryland swallowed it up. Punk-ass motherfucker.) 03.15.03 - 9:53 p.m.