
I've always liked this picture of Richard Z. Kruspe, and not just because of the subject matter. The washed-out, monochromatic tone is quite striking. And I like the outfit, even if it makes him look like Scott Evil's hipper older brother.
Dear House,
Could you make Chase any more pathetic? He was finally free of that infuriating, smarmy, self-righteous, hypocritical succubus, and you had them have sex after she admitted she wasn't sure she'd ever loved him? What a spineless milksop. Any sex appeal that he might have retained after a season of greasy hair is gone, deflated as a district judge's defective penis pump.
I hate you.
No love,
Me
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