[As the French beret hints, this should be read in think French accent] Le life, what a beautiful and yet disgusting thing. We wallow around, trying to find zat glimmer of happiness and hope, only to have it TAKEN from us like a mother takes away a child's toy. I spit *le pew* when people try to make good of life. Life iz boot a play, with us as ze actORS trying to please an audience of angered bulls. Eventually, zat curtain will close, and ze audience will still be angered.
