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To: bentway who wrote (262826)	7/21/2010 3:36:05 PM
From: grusum	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 306849

"My cat, unable to get out, with no more food, had finally begun to consume my corpse.." so you lived vicariously 'through' your cat.

To: bentway who wrote (262826)	7/21/2010 3:37:06 PM
From: The Reaper	Respond to of 306849

I had a dream the other night where I had died. Then it's not true that if you die in a dream, you really do die?

To: bentway who wrote (262826)	7/21/2010 3:39:27 PM
From: patron_anejo_por_favor	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 306849

>>I had a dream the other night where I had died. No one knew it. My cat, unable to get out, with no more food, had finally begun to consume my corpse<< Surely you've heard the song "Marie Provost" by Nick Lowe? Must be in yer subconcsious somewhere... Marie Provost did not look her best The day the cops bust into her loneiy nest In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West July 29 She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks The neighbors said they never heard a squeak For hungry eyes that couid not speak Said even little doggie's have got to eat She was winner The became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me (But now I see) Oh poor Marie Marie Provost was a movie queen Mysterious angel of the silent screen And run like the wind the nation's young men steam When Marie crossed the silent screen Oh she came out west from New York But when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope Her public said Marie take a walk All the way back to New York Those twin balms didn't help her sleep As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak It's all downhill once you've passed your peak Marie got ready for that last big sleep The cops came in and they looked around Throwing up everywhere over what they found The handywork of Mary's little dachshund That hungry little dachshund Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie Poor Marie