„Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.“ You are allowed to research who said that originally. Damn the truth. Truth is hard, cold… a right bastard, an unfeeling cove, at best. Not only that, it’s on many levels, it’s not fucking reliable, and if nothing else, it is unforgiving. With illusions, you know what you’re gonna get. Namely, what you want. Truth hurts, more often than not. Truth ain’t nice. Truth is your responsible part telling you no, don’t do it, man!
To hell with it, pumpkin. Happy New Year.
Oh, by the way, listening to Ska Fort Rock from the Skatalites.