IF YOU GIVE AWAY ALL YOUR HAPPINESS, YOU WILL HAVE NONE LEFT
FOR YOURSELF. It is true. I have been to the end of the rainbow, and
there is no pot of gold, there is no lucky clover. There is only death,
destruction. And the star that once shined so brightly has blinded you,
and left you in the darkness.

The darkness. That inescapable phenomenon that consumes you every
night, that will ultimately consume your eternity. For there is no after life.
For I have been to the end of the rainbow. And there is no pot of gold.

--29 May 2003, 8:41 PM--