Locke cooked the last of the eggs and killed the chicken I guess we'll never know which came first. Just a little Lost humor so no throw beer bottles at me haha

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Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west
Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast
With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest
At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east