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I hope when he dies, he does become a tree. I hope he's in the middle of the wilderness and he's doing his tree thing. Whatever it is trees do. I know they do a lot of work with breezes. And wouldn't it be fantastic if while he was out there just enjoying his treeness, through the woods, a huge sweaty guy with an ax comes long? Sees him.... Chops him down, smash! Put a chain around him, drag him through the mud and the muck, throw him into a sawmill and grind him up. Then you pound him down into paper, and once he's paper, you print the Bible on him. (en) |
