I can't imagine anyone would feel happy about being buggered.
I can't imagine anyone would feel happy about being buggered.
But, I mean, is anyone happy? When was the last time you felt really good, like life wasn't an empty can of soda your were trying to get the last few drops out of? Yeah, you might get a little drop of sweet if you really shake it, but you know it's not full, and it never will be again. And your just left with a crinkled up full of nothing, and you look at it and remember...
But, I mean, is anyone happy? When was the last time you felt really good, like life wasn't an empty can of soda your were trying to get the last few drops out of? Yeah, you might get a little drop of sweet if you really shake it, but you know it's not full, and it never will be again. And your just left with a crinkled up full of nothing, and you look at it and remember...
These days it's too easy to know too much to be happy
If you want to be happy, you have to remain ignorant, or rather, cut from news cycles in a small town where nothing happens
These days it's too easy to know too much to be happy
If you want to be happy, you have to remain ignorant, or rather, cut from news cycles in a small town where nothing happens
Things do happen in small towns and everybody knows about it in five minutes...
Things do happen in small towns and everybody knows about it in five minutes...
Except if you keep to yourself, if you just play the perpetual tourist
It's the better thing to do
Except if you keep to yourself, if you just play the perpetual tourist
It's the better thing to do
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