Epitaph

When I die, it would be cool to have something like this written on my grave:

And so goes the annals of Jeff Sauer. A dynamic journey of interstellar chaos, mixed with vivid imagery and broken linguistics. Disarray around every corner, lurking in the shadows. Palpable to none. Eclipsed by many. Willing victim of intellectual aspersion. Taking negativity and making it a dispersion. Frequently overlooked, often outshone, but never outdone.

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