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, October 26, 2006
Jake Gyllenhaal Trouser Browser
These recent candids of Jake walking in NYC's West Village show Jake wears no underwear.
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