Sunday, August 08, 2004
871
Apparently, there are exactly 871 ways to die. Crazy!
Here's a sample of something I tried to write the other day during a bad case of writer's block:
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"Well, I built me a raft and she’s ready for floatin’
Ol’ mississippi, she’s callin’ my name
Catfish are jumpin’That paddle wheel thumpin’
Black water keeps rollin’ on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me"
"I’d like to hear some funky dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand"
