Experience Monotony So Fully Realized It Begins To Attain The Corporeality Of A Kind Of Warm Cloak You Can Wear In Defense Against The Cold Uncertainty Of A Decision You Chose Not To Make Day!

Let's face it, had you stepped on that boat to Caracas, who knows where you might be right now. In love? Destitute? Imprisoned for crimes of conscience? There's no TV in a Venezuelan prison is there? (Well, if there is, the reception is for shit.) No, you let that decision be made for you and that's why you get to snuggle up to the certainty of the tepid amusement to be found in the Frazier season finale. So pour yourself another glass of functional alcoholism and try not to wonder where Gabriel(le) might be today because it's Experience Monotony So Fully Realized It Begins To Attain The Corporeality Of A Kind Of Warm Cloak You Can Wear In Defense Against The Cold Uncertainty Of A Decision You Chose Not To Make Day!