Tuesday, August 24, 2004

gruesome

Saw a cat dead on the road on the way over here. Made me sick to imagine what was going to happen to the poor thing's carcass during the day. I guess that sort of indignity after death is what convinces me more than the fanatic's argument that there must be an afterlife. There has to be, period. I'll just kill myself if there isn't.

Misha at Tuesday, August 24, 2004

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