Wednesday, June 13, 2012

1468, The End


I don’t feel so well.  I know that health is a linear decline right from the embark of birth, so I welcome it. I can confidently say that I lived with a purpose that really amounted to something for me, and I died a triumphant literary legacy. 

I came, I saw, I printed. 


Gutenberg out, y’all.

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