But wait‰Û_ How do I know that my mock calamari isn’t actually mock pig rectum?

Twitter’s problem is that it allows too many characters. What happened to concision?

Be your own emperor.

Don’t touch shit.

Everything I am and say and do and think. Nothing, nothing, nothing but cones.

Reading occurs at the emergence of the difference between what “it’s doing” and what I am with it.

Be the meaning of the sweetness that surrounds you.

I’ve had more revelations than if I were one thousand years old.

There is (es gibt‰Û_) no relationship to distance

Karnama-i ‰Û÷Ishq (Book of affairs of love) -… http://t.co/Zs3FRnfpW3