mar 9 in idea barrages

A Spanish-Irish breakfast fusion restaurant called “Tapas The Mornin’ To Ya”.

New Age yo’ momma jokes are like “Yo’ momma so unenlightened, her akashic records written in Karmic Sans.”

WICHITA LINEMAN but about a suburban wine mom.

That upper-class twit Hank Pym, hoarding the Ant-Man technology for himself and his friends. The bourgeoisie control the means of reduction!

He was going around assassinating anyone in line for the throne before him, he had a real heir trigger.

If you slow Blur’s “Song 2” down and make it terrible, it becomes Matchbox 20’s “Smooth”.

Yes, everyone talked about trying to make “fetch” happen, but no one talks about the fast food industry trying to make “craveable” happen.

No such thing as time, far as reality’s concerned, only discrete arrangements of all the universe’s atoms in varying states of entropy. No past, no future, just an endless now that happens to be differing instances of now. Our perspective’s so limited we hallucinate time, is all.