Nobody tell Tep about the
cocoa collapse.
Unrelatedly (OR IS IT?), why do I get phone calls from numbers I don't recognize in which, when I let them go to the machine, the callers say "Hello?" over the outgoing message and then hang up at the tone? Who are these people and why don't they know how to leave messages?
I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph!
This is why I don't drive.
aka I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph!
I think of it as my crunchy candy coating protecting me from the world speeding by. Then I yell at zoomy motorcycles to be careful because they do not have a crunchy candy coating to protect them. I try not to say it out loud if I have passengers.
Yeah, sometimes I look around, and I'm like, how did we get here from stardust? That's just weird.
And fascinating.
Endlessly! (Or until such time as the our universe goes *poof!*)
I'm the soft filling in a thin shelled metal creampuff hurlting around at 50 mph!
Why are you only going 50mph? Go faster! Go faster!
Why are you only going 50mph? Go faster! Go faster!
HAHAHAHA! ita is an LA Driver!
I want some flash disaster to take us all out.
Thanatos, baby!
Read J.G. Ballard's intro to the French edition of
Crash
and the whole car/death thing is recast.
There's such a huge disconnect between:
1. Unlikely horrible events to happen;
and,
2. Likely horrible events that happen.