March 27th 2011:
Sunday nights always a feel a little like death lately... the show's over, the party's ended, time to get back to that gray-ass reality life tends to suck you into if you don't watch your step.
I got nothing left to say, take it away Nico...
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
Velvet Underground - All Tomorrow's Parties
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