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it has all the restraint of a toddler left too long at day care without a juice box.
It’s a song as old as recorded sound, and you already know how it goes:
“When the aliens come, there’ll be one queue to fight them and one queue to fuck them, and the second one’ll be longer by light-years.”
‘Dying happens to everyone, even stars. Even the stuff between the stars. But if you believe in yourself and achieve your goals, you can die so hard that no one will ever forget you, and that’s almost as good as not dying at all.
