urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation and with such dim headlights, just fly into the black a natural disaster 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation:241102 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z <i>Ann, Ann! Come quick as you can!<br />There's a fish that talks in the frying pan!<br />Out of the fat, as clear as glass,<br />He put up his mouth and moaned, "Alas!"<br />Oh, most mournful 'Alas, alack!'<br />Then turned to his sizzling, and sank him back.<br /></i>