On the one hand, I agree with Tyler Durden; I dont want to die without any scars. On the other hand, Ive got plenty of scars, so I think the new credo will be I dont want to die without memorizing some killer 19th century apocalypse poems.
Turning, turning in the widening gyre/
the falcon cannot hear the falconer/
things fall apart, the center will not hold/
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed/
And everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drownd
Good times, Billy, good times...
Turning, turning in the widening gyre/
the falcon cannot hear the falconer/
things fall apart, the center will not hold/
mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed/
And everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drownd
Good times, Billy, good times...
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your reference to Clerks is pretty funny... and I can relate to what you're saying about somehow wanting to be the center of attention.. we're a weird bunch of peoples..