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and then there were three... 2004-03-31 - 20:50 Vulture died. He was there in Phoenix's old cage this morning, all stiff 'n' shit. I didn't cry (never do, remember? - now that's a loada bullshit!). But seriously, I didn't cry. Didn't even get choked up. And Bejeebus knows I liked that bird a lot. And now he's dead. Off to join his feathered friends in birdie heaven. Or on the table in my room, take your pick. The point is he's dead and all wrapped up in a thick heavy-duty napkin, ready for burial. The smell in my room is starting to seep out through the folds of my blue boxers, but mom has yet to notice. I'll try to bury them tomorrow, honest!But I do miss my damn pidgeons... |