Takes a while, doesn't it, to get the hang of this life-malarkey.
A man can wake up one morning with a hard-on, and two fried duck-eggs smiling up at him from his plate like twin sunshines. But not that much later, the paramedics can't resuscitate his dad, and he has to take a drive through the hills to a place he's never experienced before.
So how can we make it bearable, this long slide from the light to the darkness? Let's dance through the dull drag of days - hug and help one another, work and write, flirt and fuck. Do something - that's the thing to do.
A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and time to dance.
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