Nowhere To Go But Out (of the Closet)*

I may have nothing to talk about, I may not be able to make up anything, either, but at least I'm not a completely gay skeleton who resides alone, somewhere in the desert...

(Oh, and if anybody happens to see my imagination, please return it to me. Quickly. Because I just can't live like this, anymore.)

*I could also add a little joke here about "Is this what they mean, about skeletons in the closet?", but what would be the point, really?

Sigh.