The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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Confusion will be my epitaph, as I crawl a cracked and broken path

All I want on my tombstone are three simple letters: Q. E. D. Quod Erat Demonstrandum. What I have set out to prove, I have shown thusly. Because that's how I live my life.

This is all moot because I plan to be either cremated or eaten.

As a footnote, I see nothing wrong with cannibalism per se. There is something wrong with hunting down other people for use as meat, though:
"Dude, what are you doing? I thought we were bros!"
"We are, but tonight I'm having broburgers." *pickaxe to the head*

That shit ain't cool.

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