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Only Those Who Haven't Got The Wit To Speak For Themselves Would Ever Want Their Clothes To Do It For Them.

The Money I Pay For My Cultural Experiences Came Willingly From My Own Pocket - They Were Not The Result Of Bread Being Removed From The Mouths Of The Poor So That Miss Thing Here Could Mince Off To The Circus Smelling Of Roses.

Mind You, I've Always Been A Very Off-message Type Of Fat Broad; One Who Gladly Admits She Reached The Size She Is Now Solely Through Lack Of Discipline And Love Of Pleasure, And Who Rather Despises People (except Those With Proven Medical Conditions) Who Pretend That It Is Generally Otherwise.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, Beauty Is A Specific Thing, Rare And Fleeting. Some Of Us Have It In Our Teens, 20s And 30s And Then Lose It; Most Of Us Have It Not At All. And That's Perfectly Okay. But Lying To Yourself That You Have It When You Don't Seems To Me Simple-minded At Best And Psychotic At Worst.

Tears Are Sometimes An Inappropriate Response To Death. When A Life Has Been Lived Completely Honestly, Completely Successfully, Or Just Completely, The Correct Response To Death's Perfect Punctuation Mark Is A Smile.