I would ride the train of darkness willingly, if it would save me from the school of boredom.
In truth we only live on a small flower that is going to be plucked soon and that's the end of our world.
What's the point of parallel universiums? It's probably exactly the same as ours, so they know that we're here and trying to get here. But what's the point? I mean, you'd find the exact same things here. Is it that much of a discovery when you can travel to the parallel universium and eat a piece of gum that tastes exactly the same like the one back home?
If your point of view is too long, it's pointless.
Having a cold is exactly like cutting onions. You can't help but cry every time you cough or sneeze.
60% of my brain isn't under my control 40% is crazy. I guess you should be happy.
Black, white, white, Black, white, white - this logic is racist in so many ways.
If I could draw, I'd dedicate my life drawing a masterpiece. Sadly, I can't draw, so I'll spend my life by ruining other lives.
Just a fun thing I found in one of my numerous notebooks. I haven't made any changes, so for any complaints please turn to the past me.
I had quite the cold there,
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