But Germany isn't real either.
You aren't. I'm not. And so what.
The humiliation is complete as neither the writing nor the music was worth ten fookin' dollars to anyone and, thus, I am not real and all of this has been a complete waste of time.
(Cadillac Man and my sister tried and I love 'em but they were being sentimental.)
The conclusion remains the same.
Writing about politics is time which would be better occupied by death (i.e. my own). With that lot it will happen anyway and my preference is to bypass hearing them bragging about it.
You aren't. I'm not. And so what.
The humiliation is complete as neither the writing nor the music was worth ten fookin' dollars to anyone and, thus, I am not real and all of this has been a complete waste of time.
(Cadillac Man and my sister tried and I love 'em but they were being sentimental.)
The conclusion remains the same.
Writing about politics is time which would be better occupied by death (i.e. my own). With that lot it will happen anyway and my preference is to bypass hearing them bragging about it.
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