My friend sent me this monologue she transcribed from Weeds in an attempt to help me understand life a bit better, and what do you know, it worked:
look silas, life is just blah blah blah
we hope for blah
and sometimes we find it
but mostly it’s blah
and waiting for blah
and hoping you were right about the blahs you made
and then, just when you think you have the whole blah damn thing figured out and you’re surrounded by the ones you blah,
death shows up, and blah blah blah
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