Bjork is Feist’s Ubermensch.
A joke is the epigram on the death of a feeling.
Philosphers were given an unfair amount of credit because in their time blogging did not exist. They were glorified bloggers.
Fear is the power by which the community is preserved.
The only luxury the affluent are not afforded is time.
Change is not a question asked politely, but a stubborn command.
It’s not what you’re like, but what you like.
Let’s go fishing.
My mind is constantly floundering in an ocean of abstraction.
I know it’s an absurd situation, but we’re all involved in it, and we’ve got to accept it as it is.
I’m fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I’ve long ceased finding that original.
If Freud was right then every pun IS intended.
