You ever thought about the universe as a big ass question box that keeps asking: "What is your reply?
You ever thought about the universe as a big ass question box that keeps asking:
"What is your reply?" And if you're ever tripping and you think about that it's weird. I know this is total gibberish, but you know what? There's EVERYTHING in it......wavy wavy woo-wooo....genuine delivered message from cricky tickit city! This trip is easy a level 5! It's a hell of a ride. Tonight I have died and came back in about sixty trillion different universes. Wallerby is funny. There's enough in that alone to write about a hundred books and I'm sweating my ass off keeping up and aint it fun. How many things could you possibly think about at once and stay sane? Thought about publishing it but thought nobody'd believe it anyway.