I'm listening to New Riders of the Purple Sage's "Last Lonely Eagle" and it's enough to make you give up meat. I feel like we're all connected. What, on the other side, do we eat air? That would be good because over here I want to eat Taco Bell. U2 is on. Forget it. I can make it. Oh what a mess. What a joke. The joke is on me (and my supply of nail polish).
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