june 9 in idea barrages

Move ‘em on, head ‘em up
Head ‘em up, move ‘em on
Move ‘em on, head ‘em up, ENDIVE
Cut ‘em out, ride ‘em in
Ride ‘em in, cut ‘em out
Cut ‘em out, ride ‘em in, ENDIVE

As a child, your parents bring you before the clown community and dip you in greasepaint, that’s your beeptism. In your early teens, you make that choice for yourself as well, that’s your clownfirmation.

Claiming collective intent or result on something as arbitrary as a “generation” is as ill-conceived as astrology but without any of the silly fun. You’re still ascribing a series of motivations and traits onto a human being for no other reason than where the planet was in the universe when they were born.

Convince someone that you think “findom” is just people who are really big fans of sharks. Stick to your guns. Refuse to believe that the actual answer could be true.

THE GOOD NEWS: everyone who has ever taken this ride called Life has been just as bewildered & lost as you are, anyone who ever claimed different was crazy or lying or both. It’s okay. You’re not behind the rest of the class. THE BAD NEWS: you won’t ever figure it all out either.

“You’re clearly someone who takes care of yourself” said the commercial. I smiled. Clearly the surveillance state isn’t that advanced yet after all.

I’m just saying, Danica McKellar could’a made a lot of money on the side selling food under the umbrella of a Winnebago/Winnie’s Bagels pun.

All I’m saying is, if there’s ever a serial killer hunting down members of The Blue Man Group, the manhunt for Gargamel will begin.