I GIVE UP ON THIS ENTRY. FUCK YOU, RICH TEXT. YOU'RE USELESS.

( gordon's birthday extravaganza -- 75 pictures under the cut, there's your warning. )

"I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air. Only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch. Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps. I was born in mine, I don't mind it anymore."