The Chronosynclastic Infundibulum
Goodbye Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Thank you for creating a place where all the truths funnelled together and fit for even a brief period.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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I wish I had something profound to say about his death, but I don't; so I'll just say, "seeya, Kurt!"
Together...Wahhhhhhh.
What a kind face he had.
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