My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.
When I first came into this world, Elvis was already fat.
The truth can be made up if you know how.
Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.
It's one thing to tolerate a boring marriage; a boring affair does not make sense.
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?