But that everyone's alone--or so it seems to me.
They make noises, and think they are talking to each other;
They make faces, and think they understand each other.
And I'm sure they don't. Is that a delusion?
...Can we only love something created by our own imagination?
~T.S. Eliot (from The Cocktail Party)
Discuss.
p.s. red biro ink makes amazing fake blood.
p.p.s. In a public gig venue is probably not the best place to discover this.
Devious Comments
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you can call me whatever.
.. ....or dave...
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Would you like me to lie to you now?
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try so hard to make the pieces all fit
smash it apart just for the fuck of it
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you can call me whatever.
.. ....or dave...
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Would you like me to lie to you now?
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