think of life as a battle between ghosts and liars or think of it as a barrier to self-fulfilment is everybody made of skin here? yes, we're all made of skin and bone and ligament
let's hear it for the bi-peds those horrible monsters let the hotel line manages decide their fate
let's hear it for the bi-peds those horrible monsters those grinning mogodons with their painted on slogans
salt and its stains salt and its stains
think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot that should help