You are always a little bit wrong
We are all differently broken, semi-functional, rusted out love machines
So you go on and on, with this intellectual fly down, your underwear exposed, and toilette paper hanging out the back of your pants.
Some days, it seems to me like the purpose of life is to convert energy into beauty.
It's almost as if our society values opinion over knowledge.
Legacy media accuses young people of being apathetic while actively attempting to remove them from the discussion.