Some Random Thoughts for the day: Sunday

It's a rather chilled afternoon here. Freya and I are playing air-guitar to Jimmy Hendrix's "Machine-Gun".

I'm getting sicker by the moment of the shit some people seem to feel it's okay to try to put into my head

I always think "God, how am I ever going to remember that later?"

That wing sauce is so fucking good, I think there's presently nothing like it on the earth. I also suspect that at any moment, Anthony Bourdain's going to appear at the window saying "Smells great, awesome, delicious."

Critically Engineered.

You keep on circling perfectly and sooner or later somebody's going to catch on

Some of us have acquired power. We should do with it what should have been done decades ago by people like us

Many people leave us with only 2 choices 1. Their way: forget about our dreams 2. Our way: go weird, turn rogue


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