Thinking About Spaghetti That Boils Eternally But

Colours Shone With Exceptional Clarity In The Rain. The Ground Was A Deep Black, The Pine Branches A Brilliant Green, The People Wrapped In Yellow Looking Like Special Spirits That Were Allowed To Wander Over The Earth On Rainy Mornings Only.

It Was A Strange Feeling, Like Touching A Void.

In Terms Of Evolutionary History, It Was Only Yesterday That Men Learned To Walk Around On Two Legs And Get In Trouble Thinking Complicated Thoughts. So Don't Worry, You'll Burn Out.

I Don’t Know What It Means To Live.

Even Castles In The Sky Can Do With A Fresh Coat Of Paint.