supergp

... it's not nearly as bad as the hurts that go on everywhere everyday that are taken so casually by all of us as facts of life. Maybe it boils down to how much you actually want to subject yourself to. If you accept for even a moment the idea that each human life is as precious and delicate as a snowflake and then you look at a wino in a doorway, you've got to hurt until you feel like an asshole yourself; so you draw all the appropriate lines. You stop feeling. But you know that then you begin to die. So you tussle with yourself. How much of this horror can I actually allow myself to think about?
-- Lester Bangs

Discuss.

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NO TICKETS LEFT ALREADY! In the name of Eris esoteric, there is no one who needs to see this movie more than me. Argh!