thatwhichisnot

I think you're funny. I especially enjoyed reading about the cute little alien that jumped out of your scrotum when you shaved it.

I want one of the creepy but brilliant talking jelly friends. Can I pay you later?

I also enjoy flowing through the universe unimpeded, but instead of merely fantasizing about it I do it at every altered-state opportunity.

I know what you were saying about the feeling of lack being common, but even so, I fucking protest! And I get mad and yell at God in my head when life sucks too much, no drinking required. The whiskey part sounds maybe more fun.