The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.

Torture is torture and humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer.

When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.