I'm sorry but we have to figure out how to ring that bell, collectively, as one, or we will all go down, Godot included, when the clock strikes 13 in 2038 and all 1s turn to 0s. Do you want to die? Do YOU want to disappear into a cloud of stardust and gargle yourself down the drainpipe of the Abyss?
Anyway, I'm not yet convinced this reality isn't real.
I might believe in God & The Devil, but I'm still rooting for Bob Odenkirk, 808, 80085, Mister Show and Nobody, in fact more Mister Nobody than BOB DYLAN. How'd that happen, huh? A big knucklehead who hung around with little weasel David Cross?
Look, I apologize, I shut up, I'd make a TERIBBLE father AND/OR mother(!) Good Lord! Why am I allowed you to keep a kitten? Mother's love, I guess! God knows why.
All I know is, despite being stupid and ugly, I found love, and SO CAN YOU, if you just LIKE & SUBSCRIBE now. Only $19.99 from ME (dog).
Look, dude, NOBODY wants to philosophize with me. I'm worse even than Diogenes the Cynic. I ain't no Ziggy Stardust, buddy; I'm a Hot Dog and I like two things: dicks & assholes! Yes, sir, I'm a Hot Body AS WELL as a Hot Topic! MY Beautiful Mind is both Adolf AND Hitler!~ (I'm kidding of course) j/k
W is for Women.
Oh God I can just imagine autistic women seen this post and wildly misinterpreted it as Joe and his sexist or something. My god, I'm talking about us. I'm talking about eye bleach that you gotta put elbow grease into and fingerprint sponges all over your redness to see through the yellow wallpaper.
Okay. I'm done.
#somebodywakemeup
i'm hittin' snooze y'all, peaceout.
As my father was wont to say: If you hear I died by suicide, IT WAS A LIE. Somebody else pulled the trigger. Not me. I ain't no patsy. I'm a patriot. Semper Fi. Deus Vult. Amen.
Lights out. Hope I see you in the morning.🫡
I am both Burt and Ernie.
I am Pikachu and Squirtle.
I am Burt the Turtle.
DUCK FOR COVER! TURTLES ARE COMING!!!
I got really pissed off when I read what the author of John Dies at the End wrote about writing, because I didn't understand what he meant at the time. You DON'T know how to fly a 747. It's true! They don't mean literally, however; they are referring to your BODY. You're a hot head. You're inflated.
