It mistakes the marketing for content in a mash of Oprah Winfrey MANIFEST DESTINY, Marshall McLuhan, and well aged puritanism.
It is a 14 year old girl. By accident she created the greatest Myspace profile in the world, but now she has to violently alter her life so that it could appear that one resulted from the other. But she doesn't know that the profile didn't HAVE to exist. She's made a mistake, thinking both are chosen.
How many times can I say the words "You can't lie your way into Heaven" in a 4 day stretch?
And especially when I am in you: I am a Catholic.
It is the only way that I can make sense to you...there's other names, but I can't ask you to imagine what you cannot imagine. It feels like a head full of cat hair, allergic when I think of you and the crown of your head rubbing on the carpet...YOU KNOW something is there, but that part of your head can't make out shape at all. If you'd just turn your head, I swear your cheek would tell you that the empty streets are like that because you are not on them.