computer minds cannot handle the psychoness of the thoughts that race through my mind on a daily basis. robots heads explode when they try downloading my ideas. unfortunately, i posses something the digitals could never comprehend... the undefeatable human spirit
there should be "laughter pay" for those of us that can get a chuckle out of the lady that fixes the self check out machines. we're the glue that holds this very society together!
a weird fear i have is scratch-offs. i don't like the waxy substance that hides the rewards. it sticks to everything and i imagine it gets into the air and subsequently my lungs. i think if you zoom in it's probably a nasty little molecule with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes
everything in the fridge is constantly changing. it's all moving around in there. the ingredients vibrate until the pickles grip the wall at back of the fridge, and the stone ground mustard gets upgraded to first class by way of some perfect radio frequency from a distant star