Friday, January 2, 2009

Let us make a toast to the misfortunes of Venus.

Let us usher in a new year with bad high school dancing and way too many cheap toasts. Let's scream at the top of our lungs when a massive crystal ball amillion miles away touches the moment of the new beginning and offer praise to all the kissy-faced couples in the streets. It's all so glamorous. Can't you taste it?

Don't you hate the humiliation every time you come out of your isolated corner of the universe to keep the world from falling apart and it still does?Psht... and we thought Robbie Madison had skills.

Right under our sleep-filled eyes we let the world crumble because we all chose to be Greta Garbo. We wanted to be left alone to our own little corner, our own little conveniences. I guess that is the casualty of such a war.

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