Take that, take that, take that.
Love, always.
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Out-clevering myself.Juvenile humor while maintaining a facade of intellectual superiority.Paradoxes and irony. Also pointing out the ironies and/or cleverness whenever the opportunity presents itself. Like now. Here's one more...Serial procras...
The Dead Flag Bluesthe car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows the government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawnwe're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to deaththe sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their polesit went like this:the buildings tumbled in on themselves mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hairthe skyline was beautiful on fire all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange hazeI said: kiss me, you're beautiful - these are truly the last daysyou grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a feverwe woke up one morning and fell a little further down - for sure it's the valley of deathI open up my wallet and it's full of blood
MacReady:Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired... there's nothing more I can do, just wait... RJ MacReady, helicopter pilot, US outpost #31.
Huh?
I'd much rather write them