Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!
Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!
Well damn, I feel like I’m responding to my own soul from the past!
My experience was identical, back in the early 80s.
Hey man, I can see your house from rule
That gold band around the cigarette is what nudges the whole thing to a whole 'nother level.
STOP!
STOP, UPON ME!
FORCE THE TOOLS AVAILABLE!
YES… I’M ALRIGHT…!
BWA HAHA HAHA HAHA…!
Aqua Cola!
(picture here an image of Inmortan Joe opening the spigots)
Never ask her anything at all. I mean… who cares? Why do people constantly try to squeeze infotainment from the emotionally ill? It ain’t healthy, all around. For anyone.
Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab
Well I’ll be gol-darned… there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun anymore.
But at least I arrived at it independently… or did I? Maybe I saw this Bernie meme some months ago and forgot about it, but my subconscious didn’t.
I’m trying to put this… thing, into words, and the one term that keeps on swirling in there, like Jupiter’s red spot it won’t go away, is spicy maths.
Maybe the turbulence was inside us all along / the friends we made along the way.
Then Einstein and Bohr broke everything again. Then Dirac and Feynman put it back together again. Now, we’ve basically got it all worked out…
Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.
Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!
Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.
Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.
The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.
The philosopher of choice for mediocre self-entitled pricks with delusions of grandeur everywhere.