This Is The End Of Our Sentence

Talking To Oneself, I Have Often Thought, Is The Best Way To Be Sure Of Intelligent And Witty Conversation.

From Now On, I'm Opting For Ontological Terrorism.

Sometimes I Pretend Not To Look At My Own Characters, Because That's Like Different People Getting Off With Your Girlfriend Or Something.

Einstein Was Wrong! I"m The Speed Of Like Cracking Through Shivery Rainbows And God The Sky Whirls And Withers Like A Melting Rainbow!

We've Always Known We'd Eventually Be Called Upon To Open Our Shirts And Save The Day, And The Superhero Was A Crude, Hopeful Attempt To Talk About How We All Might Feel On That Day Of Great Power, And Great Responsibility.