"God damn it, you've got to be kind"
So it goes.
posted by Dr Zen @ 3:53 pm
Thursday, April 12, 2007
There is nothing worse in this life than for someone to stop giving you love. I could bear torture more easily.
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1 Comments:
"Listen:
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me.
"The big show is inside my head," I said."
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