Having spent more years than I should have in my poverterial (my word) pursuit of the performing arts, and acquiring the financial debt that this implies, I now take serious aim at freeing myself of this obligation, and look forward to the day (year?) when I am finally quietus in my relationship with Mastercard and Visa.
For Al: They can take away our amplifier and our guitars, but they’ll never quietus.
The Annekenstein Monster 
All quietus on the western front.
/funny if you look up the definition…
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Hey, if the definition is wearing a skirt, I’ll look up it.
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Although I applaud your attempt to achieve quietus vis-à-vis your Visa, I find it puts me in a state of quietism (and not of the mystic kind.)
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