So here's one. Two agnostics in bed shouting oh Jesus, oh God... there is no punchline.
R.I.P. Natalie Rowan.
Let me know if there's anything at all after this.
Always, but never said.
This is the one you don't want to see while you're leaving a medical center, having just had them digitize a 3D photo of your brain. Someone has some fucking sense of humor! Or maybe that's ass backwards. Maybe it's a final warning saying I've got one more shot? I'm one up on Sartre though, in any event. Still standing, 2017. I'm still here.