I also don't remember my own name, but I've been assured this is normal for all superstars.

The funk soul brother at the back of my head has gone dark. Forever.

:tequila-sunset:

:tequila-sunset:

(whispers) are women bourgeoisie

Sounds like the kind of place that also offers boilermakers. Comforting. Dark. Musty.

“The world is dying, remember to show up for work at the shit factory”

Marvel movie where captain america cleans out an entire US military base in a string of violent murders.

:pbr:

Gary the lucky racist for prime minister

Dunsparce are rare because they are the best. You should have a team *filled* with dunsparce.

The next racist will be better than the last. He will be our lucky racist. He will grant us three wishes.

You can still smoke cigarettes even if the filters are a little wet.

It is magnificence. I have built a saccharine monument to nicotine and disco. I am an *artist*, and liver damage is my *art*.

If you are tempted by sobriety, just remember -- it's not the alcohol. Buy more of that too. Alcohol is *not* the problem. And it's certainly not the dextroamphetamine. Nor pyrholidon, that sweet, sweet psychoactive radiation drug. Nor smoking for forty years. It's the lack of magnesium. And excess of coffee.

They even purge patsocs. Good project.

I think so, yes.

I’ve never needed therapy. My soul is immense. Therapy is for weaker souls, perhaps even souls who are members of the *homosexual underground* or even worse, an architect.

If you are tempted by sobriety, just remember -- it's not the alcohol. Buy more of that too. Alcohol is *not* the problem. And it's certainly not the dextroamphetamine. Nor pyrholidon, that sweet, sweet psychoactive radiation drug. Nor smoking for forty years. It's the lack of magnesium. And excess of coffee.

A tremendous loneliness comes over me every morning. Everybody in the world is doing something without me. Mother, help me, there's a head attached to my neck and I'm *in* it. No, therapy won’t fix this. I am a man with a lot of past, little present and almost no future.

Happy Thursday, baby boy, sweet drunken baby boy, time to go to work in the shit factory

:lt-dbyf-dubois:

What part wasn’t clear? Very normal sentence.

That works well in the long run and has zero impact on your mental health and psychological stability. Trust me.