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Sport 39: 2011

You want the truth?

You want the truth?

There is no truth. But OK, you don’t look good in that.
Not good at all. It makes your waist, well, thicker.
Your mother’s taste runs to cheap. Velluto Rosso is not a wine.
Whenever I see a Monet print on a wall, I want to punch a hole in it.
The wall, too. Renoir I can live with.
I didn’t sleep with her, but there are others you don’t know about.
The heart is a forest in which the trees are felled, one by one.
Mary Poppins is a terrible movie. So is The Sound of Music.
In fact anything with Julie Andrews in it, forget it.
I love you conditionally. The conditions haven’t been met.
I know I drink too much. There are reasons. God knows,
there are reasons. The heart is a dark forest. You know what?
I think we’re done here.

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