Jan 24, 2005 20:54
"everything disappears... love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic...humans. none of us get out alive. now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody elses it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget, even for a minute, that your only a walking pile of ashes."
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