[with two words, one man merges the timespan of 2014-2016, unites black and white bro cultures, folding the spacetime continuum into a tophat and mustache]
There’s no separation. The pauli exclusion principle gets rekt and the hat is the man and all brodom is one.
I’m sitting on an ugly yellow chair more or less around here on my back porch on a $400 laptop talking to a guy with the moniker Stuart Johnson listening to an annoying facebook beep attempting to draw my attention away from this current task, which is finishing this sentence.
I just had a cupcake and removed a cat from licking an old bowl of untouched cheese dip left over from a family dinner I just had to show up to.
I can hold full conversations in emojis but keyboard encourages typing, so I indulge.
Your stomach may be the only reason humanity truly possesses. Your brain thinks it’s ‘reason’ but that’s the same place that makes us nuts. But the stomach? Ah, the stomach, Its honesty is gold.