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Brian Michael Bendis is on my shitlist, for killing off my favorite X-Man. Grr. It's always the smart, blue-haired ones that get the lousy deals.

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Tonight I lie abed, awake, a-dream.
Between my ears a thousand banshee wail
My psychic ship does surely sail downstream
The sea of ghosts that lie beyond my pale

The friends I've lost, the ones I've never had
Stand single-file upon the murky shore
They praise me, scold me, rend me up and down
And bid me stop, to anchor or to moor

I spy the friend whose knife pierced my back
And, too, the girls whose hearts were never mine
I have no rope or stone to stop, alack!
Again I'm doomed to sail the seas of time

I've left debris, a shallow wake indeed
My love, shredded, litters the stony bank
My dignity was never here at all
My normalcy is just a rotted plank

As I navigate the broken reefs
I founder down below the choppy waves
I think I'll disappear forever more
And drown alone amidst the rocky caves

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I've got an awful headache for some reason, I'm drinking lots of water in the hopes it'll go away early enough for me to go be sociable. I need to be drugged out of my apartment, if you'll excuse the pun.

So hey, I'm looking for things to do tonight. Anyone in Tucsonville going out or anything?

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Ow. Never mind. I can't shake this headache, and it's pretty debilitating. I think I'm gonna chill here. BTW, it's pier-ced, not pierced up above (too much Shakespeare, I guess, but that way it fits the scansion.)