By The Time You Read This, You'll

After A Good-looking Boy Gives You Rabies Two, Three Times, You'll Settle Down And Marry Somebody Less Exciting For The Rest Of Your Life

Give Me Lust, Baby. Flash. Give Me Malice. Flash. Give Me Detached Existentialist Ennui. Flash. Give Me Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism. Flash.

Just For The Record, The Weather Today Is Calm And Sunny, But The Air Is Full Of Bullshit.

The Weather Today Is An Increasing Trend Towards Denial.

I Am Nothing, And Not Even That.