I've Got A Great Sense

I Like Quips. I Like Whiffs Of Cynicism And I Think They Can Be Witty. But I Don't Really Know Where Wittiness Is Constructive.

Maybe The Honorable Thing For Our Species To Do Is Deny Our Programming, Stop Reproducing, Walk Hand In Hand Into Extinction, One Last Midnight, Brothers And Sisters Opting Out Of A Raw Deal.

If You Can Be Mentally Stimulated By The Workout And Find Out How To Get Through It, It's More Fun.

Yes, It Is The Big Easy, Home Of The Shortest Hangover On The Planet, Where Libation Can Greet You On Monday Morning With The Same Smile As It Did On Saturday Night.

We Are Things That Labor Under The Illusion Of Having A Self, A Secretion Of Sensory Experience And Feeling, Programmed With Total Assurance That We Are Each Somebody, When In Fact Everybody's Nobody.