Fuck.  Kurt Vonnegut is dead…

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.

Damn…

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.

Damn… 

Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be. 

Fuck! 

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.