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there's no pockets in a death shroud........................I’m a little neurotic, a little quixotic. And I hate people who rhyme. I have occasional fits of insight and constant pangs of repast (yes that means food). I believe that using the word pedantic is, in and of itself, an act of pedantry. Conversely, the use of at least four other words I’ve employed could be construed to display a similar hubris.Things happen, we learn. Things happen, we do not learn. Either way; things will happen.I’m just a little fish in a big ol’ pond. I hope I get enough backup to survive.I intend on saving the world but haven’t received the super powers needed to do so.While waiting to save said world I will be part of the problem.I could live, nay; thrive off cereal. Literally, I could eat cereal three times a day. I often do. The world is my oyster and I need the protein. And a couple pearls couldn’t hurt either…It doesn’t always rain during the rain scene; but it helps… "We begin every act of choice and avoidance from pleasure, and it is to pleasure that we return using our experience of pleasure as the criterion of every good thing,"Epicurus....now listen to the song...