From hero to zero

Just like that

>>76402670
Fuck off, Kelso.

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

JR also put up a really terrible heat-check 3 near the end that bricked hard and didn't use much time off the clock

WHY WAS HE PASSED THE BALL?!