In a sick place
I don't know if I'm extra sensitive today because of a lack of sleep or something, but I just finished watching a documentary about Jonestown and now I can't stop crying. Every time I think of the people lining up to drink the poison, the faces of all those children, babies having it injected into their mouths, the tears just start flowing.
I'm never going to be able to use the expression "I'm drinking the Kool-Aid" ever again.
I'm never going to be able to use the expression "I'm drinking the Kool-Aid" ever again.
4 comments:
Have you ever read "On The Beach" by Nevil Shute? Do so immediately -- same storyline, sadder ending.
And why haven't you submitted an entry in my "Collective Nouns for Vagina" game yet? ;)
A sadder ending? I don't think I can take it.
And I can't think of any! I'm not well versed enough in English. :( Collective nouns are awesome, but I'm stuck.
You'll come up with one eventually. And when you do, you'll add it to my blog. I can feel it churning around in your mental womb already. ;)
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