I am the most pious person in the room. Even though I have no pie – I have pizza, and what can be more virtuous than eating all by yourself?
When Jarod Kintz gets married, I want to wear his grandpa to the ceremony, telling everyone we’re Siamese twins from the future-past. Meow.
Translating from #cat is easy – you just ignore everything, then you decide what you want it to have said, thought, or wanted.
I wonder how Japan’s futuristic robot doctors will treat the worst and most widespread disease humanity already has – artificially lowered IQ. Making people stupider makes them buy more stuff – so “How many robots can you afford?
The best Christmas present you can give to your dead grandfather is not showing up until Easter. And telling no one about it. Especially not yourself.
I don’t sleep. I just let my body lie itself into numbness and lie to myself that I can’t hear, see, or feel anything.
Someone. Everyone. Anyone. No-one. One. One can’t be everyone, but there isn’t more than one everyone, at the same time. And at the same time no-one can’t be someone, but anyone can be one, and also anyone can be a no-one. To sum up – everyone is someone, and any-one becomes a no-one if you divide the one part long enough by every part of every-one, so in conclusion, I have no idea what I’m talking about, basically.
If I could store lightnings in jars, I’d sell them to sick fireflies to light their way. Only they have nothing to pay for it with but life.
I fake fake to have a fake life. Does that make me a real horse? Buy now for $777, wooden saddle sold separately. Real horseshoes not included. Imaginary ones – neither.
The more you believe, the more you’ll be leaving you, when what you believed turns out to be just lies. Or unjust lies. Or any lies, anyway.