Everyone choose sides. You've got memories, poor thing, and I know what that's like. I'm going to take a photo of your soul, and in ten years, when you're trying to remember your youth as a good thing, I'm going to show it to you. No, it won't help, and dying is a lot like moving to Alaska, don't ask me why, just pass me that cigarette, I need something to read by.
It won't help, and neither will I.