Friday, August 05, 2005
- Written for The Boss, in conveyance of my sympathies for his plight -
In the beginning, like a young virgin, you do not know what you want.
Halfway through, you still have not one wee idea about your desires.
Then when all has been said and done, you suddenly know of every single damn thing that you hate to see.
Oh the Hiroshima-esque bombshell from the powers-that-be.
KNN.
- I feel for you, baas, I really do -
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