I want to care about your baby. For your sake and my sake I want to not feel sick to my stomach when I see pictures of your reptilian looking newborn or your gorgeous [something, idk]-month old on Facebook. But I hate it and I’m sorry.
Some people think using a dancing mythological numbskull to denote of all Hibernia is a little highfalutin, but as they say in meteorology school: “Let’s get this perfect, or totally wrong. It doesn’t matter really. People can just look out their windows.”
Don’t go to water parks. Don’t hate your swimsuit. Don’t like hers. Don’t dream of futuristic water slides that can change your gender.
Tuesday is the haggard business woman you see rushing to work. She’s wearing her suit but you can see where her tights are starting to run and her shoes are worn thin.
I’ve heard rumors that certain things in the world are so powerful, they can reconfigure the way your mind works, even your genetic code. The musings of Timothy Leary on the way LSD can supposedly be used to reprogram your personality, all the way down to your DNA, come to mind first, then the more obvious suspects: hardcore pornography, narcotics, trauma.