* to those who don't have a self there's always the selfie there is a lot to be said about not saying anything traditionalists go around knocking on doors to ask, Have you heard the Good Noose? i wouldn't want to hang with them. traditionalism is a buddhibuilding competition, so many fake muscles you can only write about what you know. luckily, i'm not you. the artist is the man whose virtues are inseparable from his sins, his strengths from his weaknesses, so that not even God knows if he deserves heaven or hell, and for whom purgatory would be of no use whatsoever in either direction. a beautiful mistake. a horror story with a happy ending. a tragedy of comic proportions. the best things in life are free, and for that freedom, we pay dearly. one day, many years from now, someone will pick up my aphorism compilation from a shelf, open it up at random, find a little quip and finally decide to go outside to get some fresh air. my job will then be done. if it happens to be this one, the universe will end. humor and seriousness always go hand in hand, and foot in mouth, and tongue in cheek. i'm going to start approaching trees and saying, Thank you for your service. fate without words is dread it's always breaking news and never mending olds in full darkness you can't see a damned thing. in full light you can't see a saved one. when life gives you lemons take it with a grain of salt and it will become your bread and butter if you wish to conserve it, you must let it ferment ~ proverbs from the pantry i hold down a job so my wife can punch it if there's one thing i learned from all the trials, and sufferings, and humiliations during my time on this earth i forgot.
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