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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor
Long live the long-lifed Tref, via the immortal inexplicable inexoribility of Trefology.
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Hehe. You funny, CP.
Sweet Charlie ... Long live the Little Tramp! I raise my glass to Chaplin (clink!)
Charlie was the moon and the stars. He was the sun and the ocean. He had the strength of ten men! The way I figure it, Chaplin was an old, old soul (dating back as far as, maybe, Sophocles!) who cashed in all his chips for one last fling on earth. How else could you explain Chaplin's life?
I wish I could see the city as he saw it, but it seems to be all gone now. Except ... sometimes, late at night, when I am driving home from a friends house, I swear I can almost see Hollywood as it once was. I can see all the ghosts ... all the history and achitecture. I can feel it inside me.
It's true what they say -- giants once walked this earth! And in this very city, too!
On occasion, when my mood is low, I have been known to raise my clenched fist in the air and curse the God that would have me born 81 years too late. It depresses me. I was so close, so very close (especially when you look at time in relationship to the Universe) ... but ahh, not close enough.
But what can I do?
So, again, I raise my coffee cup to you Chap (clink!)
You had one hell of a ride.