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Some Advice On The Weather
You're born into this world alone
And that's the way you leave it
It's nothing really to bemoan
You'd waste your time to grieve it
You spend your life careening through
The happy and the sad
Until you finally know what's true:
There's much less good than bad
You make your way through gloom and pain
You try your best and fail
You languish through the fog and rain
You sputter and you flail
You hurt and you are hurt in turn
You suffer and you sigh
You cry but never really learn
And soon enough you die
Existence is a sad buffet
Until it's finally done
But still, it's nice out there today
Go get some fucking sun
Photo by Beraldo Leal, via Flickr
I'm always puzzled when people say we are born alone. Doesn't being born require the presence of at least one other person?
@Bryan Keller Also, what about conjoined twins?
It's fucking gorgeous outside. I just took a very pleasant stroll to Zuccotti park. Everything seemed lovely.
I think it would be fun to start a rumor that Alex Balk penned the lyrics to all the songs on "Jagged Little Pill"
Who's in??
@jolie
I like it, but you know it would just turn into "Alex Balk dated Dave Coulier."
@City_Dater I see no problem here, do you?
@jolie
None whatsoever. Just wanted to make sure you were prepared for that.
And yet, people are still wearing down and UGGS today.
@Clarence Rosario: Haven't Uggs been outlawed in New York yet?