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The Futile

“Taste. I have no taste. 
I don’t like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound, 
sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. 
So go choke on your irony." 

"Love! I shall not love, yet I’ll still sing about it. 
I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. 
I’m leaking the blood of a fool.”- Say Anything