Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I have measured out my
life with coffee spoons ...


I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a God-damn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.

- J.D. Salinger

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