He likes chocolate, because chocolate is the best and he only needs one bite to last him forever, and he gives the rest to his friends, who are ant-people.
HOLY SHIT IT'S THE FUCKING BOX
See no evil hear no evil
When there are grey skies I don't mind the grey skies.
HOLY SHIT IT'S THE FUCKING BOX
See no evil hear no evil
When there are grey skies I don't mind the grey skies.
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.Friends may forsake me, let them all forsake me.You pull me thru, Sonny Boy.You're sent from heaven and I know your worth.You made a heaven for me right here on the earth.When I'm old and grey, dear, promise you won't stray, dear,for I love you, Sonny Boy.
BUILDing a god DAMn time maCHINE? 'shut-the-fuck-up-can't-you-tell-I'm-trying-to-lie'
Have you ever heard the sound of a fly falling in love? Or the excited, almost celebratory sound of a tungsten filament inside a light bulb waking up from a night of boring electric dreams, ready to lighten up the day the moment you flip a switch?
BUILDing a god DAMn time maCHINE? 'shut-the-fuck-up-can't-you-tell-I'm-trying-to-lie'
Have you ever heard the sound of a fly falling in love? Or the excited, almost celebratory sound of a tungsten filament inside a light bulb waking up from a night of boring electric dreams, ready to lighten up the day the moment you flip a switch?
There is no reason to attempt to compare them to some random thing in nature or some other bullshit, because beautiful is a commonly understood word. And that's what her eyes were.
"Well," I thought, "there's always the next life, isn't there, Buddha?"
"You never sleep! But you're the only one who needs to wake up! We need you."
Hope is the main ingredient when you're cooking imagination.
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