June 19, 2006
Nobody wants to see your sagging mug or watch your lying lips, especially not in high definition.
Go home. Go to bed. Or go watch nostalgia movies about a time that never existed, over and over again, all alone.
I rather like that image, by the way: You, sitting in a darkened movie theater, a stray tear leaking down your raddled cheek over what might have been, might have been, but never will be again. All...alone.
Makes me feel all warm and happy inside.
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