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those thoughts thinking that thinking thoughts through thoughtful thinking think those thoughts through thoughtfully

Haddaway was right to question; if only we, as a society, took his questioning seriously I blame our philosophical regression, as a society, on that SNL sketch for minimizing Haddaway’s earnest call for us to think about what love truly is

don’t worry, my devoted followers; the hiatus is over, for I hath returned to preach into this void, daily messages of hope and the virtues of popcorn as a healthy meal alternative

“both goofy and pluto are dogs, right? so does their simultaneous existence, and seeming level of consciousness, in the disney animated universe emphasize the importance of nature vs. nurtu…” stop save your breath have an altoid™ mint

all hail the hypno-dog

peak car culture: the midwestern urge to drive in a blindspot

the tree stands gracefully embracing time unaffected by rapper beefs

everybody’s ALL about the “cleansing fire” until they’re the one stuck sweeping up the ashes instead, vote for mandatory cold baths (pro- sexual purity AND hygiene)

thankful today that I’ve never driven backwards through those spikes in the rental-car-return garage

my submission to a children’s book illustration contest with the subject “TOAD,” for a club which I am not a member, that was due by october 31st:

props to the guy who accomplishes the impossible: objective failure

“life living? worth living life” -the least utilized branch of the suicide hotline: palindrome pals

during my heart-rate-based-interval-training, gimme that music that makes me want to commit petty crime and misdemeanors

are you feeling overwhelmed by this timeline? well, you can always find peace in he who died on the time-cross for your time-sins:

young sheldon’s mom on thanksgiving: “someone’s pulling up—looks like nana! young sheldon: “well ACTUALLY mom, we have PLENTY of salt” *bazingas out of collective consciousness*

they always say face your fears they never say how scary it is when the void’s eyes completely undress you with a playful wink

jingle for vietnamese restaurant advertising its BOGO offer (to the tune of “con te partirò”): bánh mi for zero pho ready to make it so

after rumors swirled of “the corner,” albert the goldfish frantically circled his tank, screaming in existential angst: “WHAT’S THE POINT”

“pithy da fool” my impression of a time-traveling mike tyson impersonating mr. t while unknowingly giving inspiration to the struggling writer rené descartes [“cogito ergo sum”]

artistic render of self