I'll probably be suffering from senile dementia by then
“If we are to have another contest in the near future of our national existence, I predict that the dividing line will not be Mason and Dixon's but between patriotism and intelligence on the one side, and superstition, ambition and ignorance on the other.”
-- Ulysses S. Grant
Last night death came to me in my dream, in the form of a hot young babe no less. I of course fell in love with her, but in the end she had really come for someone whose "time had come" as she put it. She (death) was pure evil though, and as she made her final exit from my dream, taking the poor girl whose time had come with her, she looked at me with a stone cold sort of malicious sneer that I found to be bone-chilling yet somehow hot, and said - "It's her time. YOUR time... is on the 7th."
Then she disappeared. I was left wondering "The 7th of what? This month? November? 7th day of passover?? WHAT??!"
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