Written April 2007
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Philolexian Society.
When I was eight, I had a fever, and when I had this fever I dreamed that a large concrete block landed on my face. Believing this dream to be real, I woke up, and ran screaming throughout the house, yelling at everyone, "I’m dead, I’m dead."
So, if it is true that saying something loud makes it true, then I am the sexiest corpse you have ever seen.
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