We're all running away from the flea-market.
Shave off the top of your head and join the collective!
This means we're friends, now, right?
Please be sure to properly identify all foreign objects before inserting them into the body.
Have fun, but please take it easy, friends.
Always happy. Not a care in the world.
It's what's hip with the kids. I just want to be cool, too.
Lemme just .. let me just rest my head here for a .. a little while ... just a ..
He could balance the living hell out of his financials, and absolutely killed at the stock market, but he could not keep his cool when someone jingled something shiny in front of him.
Get outta here, will ya! We're trying to eat, here! Sometimes I swear, man. You're all thumbs.
Sometimes, when I'm lonely, I plant myself into the back of your head so we can talk. It keeps me alive. I apologize for the smell.
We have a good relationship with the earth, you and I. We were taught well.
I was created to love. Not to crack open your eggs.
I just ate a moth.
This wasn't how this party was supposed to go, but cheer up! We're still having fun, aren't we?
He pulled over and rolled down the passenger window. The furry little man leaned to his right and raised his eyebrows nearly to the roof of the car. He said, "Where ya headed, pal?"
Cigarette smoke rushed and clawed its way out the window and stung my eyes. I coiled my body around the open window and whispered, "Spaghetti Town, USA."
Sometimes you see someone's face and your first thought is, "How could God let this happen?" And it's not that their face is particularly ugly or anything. There's just something about it that makes you ask some real, deep, existential questions. It's all kind of fascinating and terrifying all at once.
There was this guy in the church we used to go to when I was a kid that liked to point out whenever the number 3 was mentioned in the Bible. My mom would smile, lean over to me, and say, "I don't know what this guy's going on about!" The man would go up to the front podium and talk about the number 3 to his heart's content. Holy Trinity this. Holy Trinity that. I'd curl into a ball in my head and try to ignore my hunger. My brother and I tried to be as polite, quiet, and respectful as we could while the other children ran up and down the aisles screaming.