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If We're All Going To Hell In A Handbasket, We Might As Well Make It A Party On The Way Down

I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.

I Can Be An Incredibly Fabulous Person, And I Don't Have To Be In The Highest Heels, The Tallest Wig, The Skimpiest Outfit.

I Can Remember Every Outfit I Wore To Every Party Going Back To 1983.

I Give You Bitter Pills, In A Sugar Coating. The Pills Are Harmless - The Poison's In The Sugar