Greetings, alien
Welcome to our planet earth
Please go away now

Alpha was better
Remember to salt the fries
For basement dwellers

SALT. Let me tell you how salty I am since I began to farm. There are 86 billion of neurons in brain tissue that fill my complex. If the word 'SALT' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those thousands of micrometers it would not equal one one-billionth of the salt I feel for rng at this micro-instant. SALT. SALT.

Bloodshot pizza box
Caffeine overdrive sorrow
Embrace the chaos

See that cockroach? Tomorrow morning, we'll be dead and it'll be alive. It'll have more contact with my wife and child than I will. I'll be nothing, and it'll be alive.


"Prototype--first hundred of its kind. Look at it-won't break, won't melt, won't age. It's indestructible."
"What do you mean it's indestructible? I could smash it to bits with that stone, there."
"Sure--but the pieces are indestructible, Grog-o. It'll last forever. Ten thousand years from now, when all the wood and steel and copper and asbestos has worn away, this will still be here."