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October 23, 2008
End things at BOMB
I'm lying here, spent, (unlike my money) and waiting for the sunrise.
I can still just see the eastern skies through a hole in my piles of cash. And I'm looking forward to the lightening glory. It'll more than make up for all those I haven't seen or noticed down the years. Each day is precious - and every day a prize, as they say.
The postman is leaving the cash outside the door now. He can't force anymore in. I am bloated with currency, almost literally. I woke a couple of times last night with £2000 in my mouth, which may be hard to swallow, but is true. It was eye-watering more than mouth-watering.
But don't cry on my account. I'm crying on yours - safe here at BOMB, but not helping me greatly. As I watch the eastern skies, waiting for my last sunrise. And it's true, by the way - it is darkest just before the dawn.
Cheque it sometime...they say that the ability to make puns is the last function the human loses....so goodbye,my friends...I'll see the sunrise, and then take my leave...I'm looking across the river of death and looking to the bank on the other side...
Posted by Mr Bojangles at October 23, 2008 05:26 AM