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May 11, 2013

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nwhobbies

I understand. Hopefully we won't hear that piece played for you for quite some time.

Now I have to go wash out my eyes as some dust just blew through my office..

Rivrsis

My death dream: I'm dead. No one is there anymore. It's up to my descendants to celebrate and dispose. I'd kind of like to be cremated, ashes thrown in the ocean. Music? That's up to the "kids". I already listened to wonderful (and plenty bad) music when alive. In essence, it's THEIR death, I'm already gone.

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