Eventually We All Have To Accept Full

Thats Why You Cant Be Worried About The World. Theyll Just Do You In Anyway. You Can't Depend On Them Because Sooner Or Later Theyll Turn On You Or Just Disapear And Leave You There Alone.

We All Need A Meaning To Our Life.

Sometimes It Seems To Stand Still. Like You’re In A Bag And You Can’t Get Out And Somebody’s Always Telling You That It Will Get Better With Time And Time Just Seems To Stand Still And Laugh At You And Your Pain.

They Luxuriated In The Feeling Of Deep And All Pervading Satisfaction, A Feeling Of Knowing Absolutely That All Was Well With The World And Them And That The World Was Not Only Their Oyster It Was Also Their Linguine With Clam Sauce. Not Only Were All Things Possible, But All Things Were Theirs.

I Suspect There Will Never Be A Requiem For A Dream, Simply Because It Will Destroy Us Before We Have The Opportunity To Mourn It's Passing.