I Like Threesomes With Two Women, Not

The World Isn't Made Of Atoms, It's Made Of Stories.

What Was Alien Was Being Ordinary, Being Humdrum, Being Trapped Into Appeasing...having To Crush And Stifle My Opinions, Not Being Allowed To Be Brilliant, Tricking Myself Into Mediocrity.

The Only Revolution That Can Really Change The World Is The One In Your Own Consciousness, And Mine Has Already Begun.

Over The Road There Was A Church: A Modern Gray Building, Which Constantly Played A Recording Of Church Bells. Strange It Was. Why No Proper Bells? I Never Went In But I Bet It Was A Robot Church For Androids, Where The Bible Was In Binary And Their Jesus Had Laser Eyes And Metal Claws.

I Missed Him, Of Course, But Sometimes Close Friendships Have A Tidal Beat That Pulls You Towards Different Shores Though The Ocean That Connects You Remains.