As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Pansy. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.
