Wasn't there supposed to be more to life than this?
The thought that keeps crossing my mind...how long will it take until someone finds my body when I die?
Before the cat eats it?
Long live Rock!
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- I'm a glass half empty of optimism. A cock-eyed optimist. I'm a cynic that WANTS to believe.
So it goes...
This is a phrase from Kurt Vonnegut's masterpiece, Slaughterhouse-5, The novel uses certain phrases repetitively, such as "so it goes"—which, used whenever death or dying is mentioned (be it that of a man, an animal, or the bubbles in champagne), serves to downplay mortality, making it routine and even humorous—and "mustard gas and roses", to denote the horrible odor of a rotting corpse or a drunk's breath.
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