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Terminator 2: Alternate Ending?

This morning, I was thinking about the movie Terminator 2: Judgement Day. For the uninitiated, the “bad guy” in this movie is a cyborg made of liquid metal. This cyborg survives shotgun blasts, explosions, being hit by a truck, being partially frozen in liquid nitrogen, the list goes on and on. This morning, after having watched this movie countless times over the 30+ years since its release, it finally occurred to me: If it was LIQUID metal, why didn’t somebody just throw a sponge at the bastard?

2023 Travel

I have come up with a rough travel plan for 2023. Only the first two trips are truly certain at this point. The rest are subject to change, but I’ve decided to go ahead and share this now, because I just know you are all itching with excitement (or perhaps with a fungal infection) to find out where I may be going in the coming year.

January: Virgin Islands

March: Nebraska

May: One of the following – Canada, Alaska, Germany, or North Carolina

July: Wyoming (NOT Yellowstone)

September: Wisconsin

November: Mississippi or North Carolina

Immortal Urine Stains on my Soul

Copyright © 2007 by Cedric Williams

Immortal urine stains on my soul

God was tinkling and missed the bowl

How on earth did I get

On the floor near god’s toilet?

God’s apartment should never be

A hang-out for the likes of me

Much less should I have been sprawled

In the room where nature called

But how I got there doesn’t matter

I just care about the splatter

Of the immortal urine stream

Whose wet warmth woke me from a dream

My immortal soul has now been stained

And like god’s bladder, I feel drained

O how will I ever get my soul clean?

I need an ethereal washing machine