nothing between here and there
nothing but death, you hear.
no food, no drink,
no water, no beer.
let me make it very clear
nothing but death,
between here and there.

All my friends was diein. All them, from school and all.
They was droppin like flies. Like flies, all around.
Then we discovered hip-op; hip-op save us man. We was supah-flied.
Now all my friends be droppin like SupaFlies. We been supah-lfied, good.

“My tunes and numbers are here. They have filled my years, the years when I refused to die. And in order to do that I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, at noon or 3:00 A.M.

So as not to be dead.” Ray Bradbury

Ray, at 91, has died.