I’m ignoring our expiration date


I can’t even imagine an expiration to these times.

Sure, sometimes it’s curtains for us but only so no one can see.

When I talk about my last breath, it’s usually about catching it after a particularly fine romp through the silliness.

And then there’s the culmination…oh the culmination.

But when the inevitable finis does arrive, I’m so lucky to find my resting place in between the sheets at the end of a long hard show.

No wonder these archives are so good to have around.


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