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After this transmission, I began to feel my life force slipping ever closer toward breaking the last bonds of this mortal plane.
I was so cold. Neither blanket nor heater could warm my waning soul.
But then... what I can only assume was a miracle happened.
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I was so cold. Neither blanket nor heater could warm my waning soul.
But then... what I can only assume was a miracle happened.
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Before me appeared an angel. Or it might have been Will Ferrell. Or an angelic Will Ferrell.
He was bathed in a golden light.
And then he spoke to me.
“Get thee to a porkery.” he said.
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He was bathed in a golden light.
And then he spoke to me.
“Get thee to a porkery.” he said.
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Through the ravaging fog of my disease, I knew then what I must do.
So, I took an antihistamine and went out for a sandwich.
There, in the folds of tender pork roll, egg and cheese, I knew my work here on earth was not done.
That sandwich was God’s love on a brioche.
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So, I took an antihistamine and went out for a sandwich.
There, in the folds of tender pork roll, egg and cheese, I knew my work here on earth was not done.
That sandwich was God’s love on a brioche.
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I mean, the egg was over easy.
Man alone does not dream up such things.
And now I must go play Kansas’ timeless classic “Dust in the Wind” on the harp.
Man alone does not dream up such things.
And now I must go play Kansas’ timeless classic “Dust in the Wind” on the harp.
