I am not quite you, but almost

Self-justification

Will I have my smell and my pain when, destroyed, I go on sleeping?

JuicyLucy, 32, London

Text taken verbatim from a profile on metrodate.com.

More Prozacville Lonely Hearts here.

The Principal consoles

Today, these peaches have not reached the precise moment of ripeness

To see the original TV ad, click here.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

The trick to juggling demands is determining which are made of rubber and which are made of glass

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In the middle of autumn do you hear yellow explosions?

Say hello to your people

A speed dating event is probably not the right forum for showing one's appreciation of Morrissey

Listen to Morrissey's The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores

Seeing red

If you ever hear about a massacre on the Silverlink (Richmond to Stratford line) - you'll know the reason why so many people had to die.

Take me in your arms and love me

There are a lot of singletons in Prozacville so we've set up our own internet dating website.

(Text taken from JDate.com profile)



Text taken from Match.com profile

Speak - but keep yes and no unsplit

And the scripture was fulfilled

The poor and the needy are selfish and greedy

Whoever left this on the 43 bus today, thank you.
I like number 8: TO ABSORB THE WRATH OF GOD.

Mugs

Seminal, innit?

There's the girl that left me bitter, want to pay some other girl to just walk up to her and hit her

We don't know, you know, we don't know, do we?, what counts

We are one flesh with the night

A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering

"Since our genes were evolved primarily in societies which were much more collectivist than individualist....we evolved to create rankings and to obey them, and the modern Wannabe individualists who competes fiercely to rise up the rankings ahead of his or her 'natural' position is flouting instinct. Likewise, it is 'unnatural' for us to have so many intense attachments and loyalties beyond our ascribed tribal ones [like the blogosphere?] and to keep breaking them by achieving new ones."
(Oliver James, Britain on The Couch, p325)

How many dumb ones? Seventeen.

I told you I was ill.

Have faith my son

Come, Armageddon! Come!

G.Lewis's analysis of a 1986 survey on psychiatric morbidity (panic attacks, phobias, depression) using a representative sample of 6, 437 people, found that 31 percent of them were fucked, as opposed to only 22 percent in 1977.

Add to this 31 percent other low-serotonin problems such as violence and aggression, and you're pretty much looking at half the population.

I always keep a bottle near

Is there at all anywhere in this lavender sky?

I found a falling-apart copy of Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales, illustrated by W.Heath Robinson at a local charity shop this afternoon. Already the little pills have started running around inside its pages...

Did rocks react? Try to recall

What you toss they'll jaw up well

An idea bred to idiocy by the clear sight-lines ahead

Every hillock, an obstacle

The fracas of desire collates us in an endgame