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[sanura]

If the Russians let the Anthrax loose tomorrow and I died on Tuesday, I wouldn't really regret too much. On behalf of some other people, maybe, but that's not my place. On the other hand, it's not their place to regret my life for me, either. My cats are lying on me, my Boston made me dance this morning, I am going to school for music and linguistics without thanking a higher power every day. Why does that bother so many people so much? And why do they care, anyway? I feel like writing a protest song.



Open all the closing, hardened minds;
Find those tightly rusted cruelly shut,
Find in each what each one truly finds
Worthwhile among the flotsam in the glut
Of dogmas, karmas, Truly Holy Wars,
Salvations, orientations and jihads.
Listen to the puny raging roars
Of everybody's individual gods.
Everything is really Relative,
So the Relativists always say;
Thus, I ask you, will your closed mind give
Me trouble if I'd prefer not to pray?
Zep once said "Your time is gonna come,"
Meanwhile, I'll pass on any martyrdom.