Sure. A Sneeze.

I will miss my snot pet. It was with me a long time.
I will miss my snot pet. It was with me a long time.

“Hay fever. Hay pneumonia. Hay coma. My last breath is a sneeze.” ~Green Bük, 1994

“…a falsely heightened sense that my own morality was superior…” ~Wil, 2019

One of these days I’m going to have the ultimate sneeze, one that gets out all that bad stuff: the anger, the stink of old age, the accumulated mistakes, the pollen.

The product will sit in the sink, stunned for a moment, then scurry off to infect someone else.

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