Big Splat

In other news, our stint on Earth may in fact be very temporary. I'm even more convinced now that one should never procreate. Apart from the ghastly horror of having to witness mini replicas of Marduk running around, which is once again, a horrific horrific image, the mere thought of them getting squashed like a peach under the foot of a drunken elephant just breaks my heart. As for me, I'd be glad to die peacefully in my bed at the ripe old age of 32, and maybe, if the timing is right, hitch a ride on hale bopp.

Speaking of drunken elephants, its time for dinner.