I'll make you a pot of tea.
I'll make you a pot of tea.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Happy days!
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Happy Another Fake Birthday!
Hope is the denial of reality
Happy anniversary of the confirmation of your congealesence!
I want a cookie cake
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
I've made my views on birthdays clear, but fake ones are alright. Happy day wraith, and many more to come.
The worst job in the world is better than being broke and homeless
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Un-Birthday!
Take whichever one is right.
WHAT IS THE TRUTH