Wouldnt you like to know? This happens.
This.
This.
This.
Trinity and all that. Hah hah!
And 14 years 5 months and 6 days on I suppose I shall look back in anger. Or apathy.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh.
The world revolves like ancient women
Gather fuel in vacant lots.
Not original ofcourse. All by Mr. Eliot. All. Every bit. Who died and made him king? Who told him to make assumptions on behalf of the rest of the world?
Ah, but he had something going there didnt he?
And so we laugh, darlings. We laugh.
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ye ye...we do all laugh....everytime it comes down to that friggin laugh...woe or happiness....doesnt matter nowadays...temme girl,does it??!!!
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