As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
And that is the grave in the distance.
And so when our lives run along all wrong,
And nothing seems real or certain,
We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not)
Of that spectre behind the curtain.
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Travolta and the gay kiss
National Enquirer has this interesting picture, now who is the guy he is kissing.
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