I put my life in an Excel spreadsheet.
With pictures and bells, ribbons and alarms.
It was the last morning
of an otherwise unblemished record.
Hunting was outlawed/ hunting was encouraged.
Everybody was on board, and they were all well nourished.
I put my death in an Excel spreadsheet.
It was the last mistake I would ever make.
A new beginning... fresh milk.
Starting all over again,
preparing to become extinct.
Input, output, contretemps.
INPUT
OUTPUT CONTRETEMPS
I don't like you when you're hokey,
I hate you when you're cokey.
Yeah yeah yeah goodnight.
- from the Union Daughter songbook outbreak c.2011
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