Saturday, 29 March 2008

Books and traveling. Drugs for the soul.
How would it be if all our memories came from the future and we could only speculate about past events?
Wounds heal. The fear remains.
What is the logarithm of your most secret desire?
Black stones sinking in an emerald pool.
Aren’t worker bees banned from eating royal jelly?
If only Marx had lived in a hive.
As a kid, did you ever suspect you were an alien, because your breath sounded louder than other people’s and your eyes didn’t blink?
They thought I had an eye infection. At least I didn’t asphyxiate.
Why does no one make pianos with multicoloured keys?
Fight for your rights to simulated synesthesia.
Does the spirit fly when the body falls?
Religions seek to defy gravity. And fail.
Shouldn't those, who believe life is serious, find dying hilarious?
Tickle yourself to death.

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