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If We're All Going To Hell In A Handbasket, We Might As Well Make It A Party On The Way Down

I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.

Don't Sleep Through Your Dreams.

It's All About Self-expression; You Know, If You Feel Like A Troll Then You Should Look Like A Troll. It Doesn't Matter What You Look Like. I Mean, If You Have A Hunchback Just Throw A Little Glitter On It, Honey, And Go Dancing!

If Letters Had Eyebrows, These Would Be Arched.