Happiness should be a commodity. We should trade it like stock & bonds. Or at least like shit on the futures market. You know, the place where they yell shit like PORK BELLIES all the time.
Is there something wrong with the idea that I like puppies and I drink straight bourbon? Does it not make sense that I want to rip out a man's windpipe with my teeth but I have the song "Mmmbop" by Hanson on my iPod? Is it possible to be a degenerate drunk and a child's role model at the same time? Can a man burn with terrible rage inside but still want a hug?
Welcome to my soul...
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