while beautiful morals were sweeping the porch

2005-02-16 | 8:27 p.m.

It's amazing to me how the greatest admiration and the most profound contempt feel very similar, with only slight differences separating them.

Prom is a dismal affair. The harbingers of my destruction, cheerful unknowing avatars... the unwilling, very unlikely date... the only reason I am even considering going being to help a friend? What the fuck? It might just be easier to hire a hooker for the evening. An empty victory, but the only way I'll come at all close to enjoying myself.

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