Maybe if I blast off one of these here Twitter posts expressing my sorrow at the passing of someone I've never met -- someone who wouldn't have pissed on my face if my face was on fire and the only cure for that fire was celebrity piss -- then I'll be able to finagle some of that famous person's glowing death shine onto myself. With any luck I can work it into a good two days of run off sympathy-sympathy. Soon everyone will know I'm a very serious person who feels things deeply. From Facebook to Twitter to the comments section of TMZ, I'm going to spread the word. It's my duty as a plugged -in member of the internet community, and all part of the natural grieving process. If we can't get people to notice the way we pretend to feel about things that happen to other people and don't change our lives in anyway, do we really even exist? We do not.
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FIRST!
Deader than Lowell's trade value,amirite?
What's going on with Lowell anyway?
Bum thumb...no A-Gonz under the x-mas tree
talking about abstract concepts under Christmas trees...on the list
What's going on with Lowell anyway?
-Kerouac's benzedrine skeleton
What's going on with Lowell anyway?
-Kerouac's benzedrine skeleton
Luke,
I am so sorry for your loss. We all miss her. Prayers sent.
Thanks, that means a lot.
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