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So my favorite uncle, my dad's younger brother, has slipped loose of this mortal coil.

He is only a collection of memories to us now, we who have surpassed his timeline.
No longer random, no longer filled with infinite possibles, he is all past.

Ugh. I wish I had the kind of drugs I'm still willing to take. But there's coffee and the consolation of this sharp abstraction,
which is what my mind tends to do when confronted with death.

hitting for the triple...

ok, I've gone all the way and joined kittypix too, in addition to baaaaabyanimals and splodefromcute.

I figured more kitty pics couldn't hurt on a day like today...

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it's always after the storm
that the best air is there
for you to breathe in
and take a look at the sky now
and remember that you're really here
right now, and it's all quite real
and so it goes
and even after the blast
we'll have that moment
when the dust settles
and we'll realize,
for as long as we have
that we're still here
and it's all quite real