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Justice is an ideal dying, hung in the balance,
and Justin is a real man whose beliefs ate themselves.

Dana is caught up with the latest fashionable malady.
Though we all know that she'll change neuroses next season.

Jared is on TV, lying through his plastic, glued-on grin.

Coming off like a game show host who knows the show is rigged.

Regarding Sinatra, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Guthrie, and Dylan,
Michael muses how soon there will be no more decent legends.

Reid is a nervous man, anxious for acceptance, fidgety, stammering as he works: the butt of their jokes and no clue why.

Katie is a wanna-be goddess, whore taking center stage
The latest, greatest, dyed-bombshell, die tomorrow legend.

Guess who got busted in the backseat of his girlfriend's car?
Hey Andrew, new-found make-out prince - that's the risk taken.

And there's an old bum who says he could've been James Dean.  
Jarron and Evan nod knowing exactly what he means.

Fauna's the ghost playing flute and sax
in the willow tree - 2am - springtime

And Liam is the man staring at people he sees sometimes.
then he wonders why the bartender takes so long on Tuesdays.