I don't know why, but I feel such pity for these, ostensibly, wildly happy people. They seem to me to be victims of an unsympathetic enterprise. I know it's not healthy...in many cases for your life to be a ticking clock, to be repulsed histrionically by the "common" and "commoners," which thing, verily, thou art.
I just saw a pic of Burt Reynolds walking with a cane. So alone. Superficial love is the worst kind, but it poisons every aspect of our culture.
I just saw a pic of Burt Reynolds walking with a cane. So alone. Superficial love is the worst kind, but it poisons every aspect of our culture.

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