[b]Werner Twertzog
Why can’t I be happy?
Because happiness does not exist.
Why can’t I be loved?
Because love does not exist.
What can I do?
Wait awhile, you’ll die eventually.[/b]
Let’s call folks like this the optimists.
God, if he exists, speaks to us in tweets of zero characters.
That’s true. I’ve been counting them.
I am bored with cinema. Does anyone need a 70-something warrior-poet?
Nope. But keep them coming.
Dear Americans: Your vote does not count; it never did, unless you can use a semicolon, which you can’t. And, even then, probably not.
Like that will stop them from re-electing Trump.
The more you already have lost, the more prepared you are for what is coming.
Let’s just say that I’ve lost more than you. But, sure, only if that’s true.
Generation X: your whole lives have prepared you for leadership in a crumbling civilization, while being ignored in favor of cynical opportunists.
Does that thing actually exist?