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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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With another semester just beginning it seems like a good time to call this one finished. The collage started as a demo for one of my color.

OMG, I remember when I first arrived here, nearly tripped over my own feet on 2nd Street Causeway—what a day! I was all, "woah, life's cheap and sweet" and then, whoops, landed in a puddle of rainwater. Totally mad but also hilariously epic. Ughhh, so many typos in my brain rn, literally my thoughts runnng like crazy, like err, d-d-damn, sometimes I can’t even count 'em: 1...2...thrree...7...um, gotta be like 19 splits in my keyboard fingers, hehe!

Johnnie Lou Meuret Champlin Obituary April 6, 2025