Monday, February 16, 2009

It's the end of the world as we know it.

And here's the somewhat bleak instuctional manual for what we stare down the barrel of, going forward. I'm tired and I'm drunk, so I'll spare you the commentary on this shit at present, because I have a feeling it would be deeply compromised. But per "Candide," we must all tend to our gardens. So. Drink up, because the next X years are probably gonna blow. Tra la.

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