Oh Billy Corgan, why dost thou hair not grow?
Is it because you're sad?
The world doesn't understand the cries of a tortured artist.
Is it androgenetic alopecia?
Curse you wretched genes of our forefathers!
Perhaps you saw Powder and were inspired,
The world is undeserving of thee.
Smash thou gourds in spite!
Raise them overhead for their mockery of smoothness.
The clock strikes midnight.
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