Moment's here. Moment passes. Stars die out, galaxies turn to dust, all the worlds go cold, and nothing remains. No matter what we do, once it's gone, it's gone.
Dude. We were all in his basement like a week ago. I just happen to know the promoter, she needed to fill the spot, called me, and we were all smash drunk when we said yes, okay? Please stop yelling at me?