driving away;
leaving it all behind.
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i find you with red tears in your eyes i ask you what is your name you offer no reply should i call a doctor for i fear you might be dead but i just lay down beside you and held your head i fell in love with you now you're my one only you cause all my life i've been so blue but in that moment you fulfilled me now i'll tell all my friends "i fell in love with a dead boy" now i'll tell my family "i wish you could have met him" now i write letters to australia now i throw bottles out to sea i whisper the secret in the ground no one is gonna take you away from me i fell in love with a dead boy oh such a beautiful boy
...The... the other important joke, for me, is one that's usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud's "Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious," and it goes like this - I'm paraphrasing - um, "I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." That's the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships...
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I don't watch television.
I only watch hours and hours on episodes of DVD
of whatever is currently obsessing me.
Previous obsessions have included
-Lost
-CSI: Las Vegas.
Currently blazing through disc after disc of: