to die, to sleep - no more, and by that sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. [sorry, couldn't resist a bit of hamlet there.]
a pox upon thee, o blog, if thou dost not revive when the cappers come back. die die die, ole ole ole. anyone watching the world cup?
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