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strike out like a wolf's endeavor
all the beating drums, the celebration guns
they hung him on a cross for me
running as fast as they can
i picked up that guy at the deadguy show
pussywhipped! pussywhipped! don't you know you're ...
bush knocked down the towers
things have never been so swell
well honey i got news for you it doesn't work that...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
my head's gonna crack like a bank:
Via Plumer, an excellent demonstration of why I named my best friend what I named him:
When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is, and there is no use crying over spilt milk.