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[giantego]

I hear there are going to be fireworks this weekend? Well, then! I'll start readying myself for the influx of burn victims. And, you know, it is Babylon, so everything is bound to blow up in someone's face — figuratively and literally, how's that for poetry? In the event of another "random" and "untimely" political death, or a selective amnesia-inducing riot, or a Disciplinary Committee float in the parade that shoots daggers at anyone whose clothes aren't perfectly pressed, or just another good old-fashioned mafia shoot-out, then we'll be ready. I should just move into the hospital permanently. Because you kids! Are just so wacky!!

Elle, I'm sick of Chinese take-away. Find a good Italian place next time, possibly with real bruschetta.