Sometimes you have to accept that you're listening to a song called "I Bleed For You", and stop wondering if the band looks "inordinately goth". Sometimes you have to accept the fact that you're getting high wrapped in a pink Hello Kitty comforter, and stop wondering if you have "too much" blissrock on your computer.
Some people have been inquiring into the cohabitation of my Palace Guards. I present to you exhibits B and G.
I need to see Spider sometime soon.***
*(Not true. A flashlight would have been preferable.)
**(Also, the script blows goats.)
***(But christ, Gabriel Byrne? Are you trying to hurt me? Go back to fucking Cool World and Little Women, fucker. Leave my movies alone.)