So this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause.
Madness string 3227
I'm not okay. People keep asking me how I am, standard greeting and all, but rather than lie I just tell them they don't want to know, or stop asking that. I haven't been okay for months, perhaps years.
No, I'm sticking to art, because it's nice and pretty and low-stress and it doesn't take down the entire cluster when you forget a semicolon.