An epitaph for Boink:
Peace, love, and asparagus.
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My Epitaph Collection (vol. 13)
Disgruntled past the end.
Was that all there was?
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 12)
A final disclaimer.
It wasn’t always like this for me.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 11)
Death. The last word in writer’s block.
Decode This Graffiti and Win a Prize!
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Carved into the sink at a Santa Barbara cafe is a message that may be important:
Evade FTS
Evade … … …?
- Federal Trade Surplus?
- First Time Surgeons?
- Full Tilt Spiraling?
or maybe the message is
Evade F+S
Evade … and … ?
- Fries and Soda?
- Friends and Supplicants?
- Fun and Stupidity?
Uh oh. Maybe the message is
Evade F+5
Evade … and 5 ?
I got nothing for that one.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 10)
Although debate with the universe is not recommended…
But –
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night. I understand this is considered a writing nadir but actually I think it makes a pretty good opening line, irregardless of what the naysayers say about it.
P.S. I am also rooting for Pluto to regain status as a planet.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 9)
Damn, just when I was getting the hang of it.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 8)
This offhand comment from a biologist deserves immortality.
She wondered about genetic drift.
Or maybe the reverse is more meaningful.
He never wondered about genetic drift.
My Epitaph Collection (vol. 7)
No more fooling around.
Next time I come back as a cat.
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