“I go to seek the Great Perhaps.” – H. S. Thompson

August 2

Death is like a great cat, lifting its head and sniffing the wind, searching for a scent. And once it has you, slowly it stalks you down, one creaky knee, one growing lump, one lagging heart valve at a time.

 

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