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 19, 2006
Talk to me
Talk to me You want to hear my voice talk to me. I have added a new feature I have no idea how long it will last, no hits means goodbye. You talk I talk. Don't be a prude.
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