FAR FROM NOW
Nationalisms have evaporated, cocoa is free, the heat is off. No more waiting. Bring a friend.
The last time we ran into each other you were wearing yellow, but now we are both wearing red.
If a trade is purely linguistic then breakfast is the only meal that is by the books and the rest of the day is up for grabs.
Hold down the reset button for fifteen seconds and exhale.
Shout. Nouns are obsolete.
We live in a basket.
There are a dozen days out of the year that matter. Dedicate the remainder of the year to absorption.
We’re all siblings in the dunk tank, so don’t come to the potluck empty-handed.
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