Others have fine words, but when ever tragedy strikes I end up reciting a simple mantra over and over...
FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!, FUCK!!!!
My brain and heart freezes up and that's all that comes out.
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Date: 2003-02-01 02:02 pm (UTC)These two hibernate and snore. They woke up at warp 9 and dashed out into the living room and watched with me.
May those who mourn be comforted.