Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon

Happily For Me, Ninety-nine Percent Of All Human Life Is Spent Simply Repeating The Same Old Actions, Speaking The Same Tired Clichés, Moving Like A Zombie Through The Same Steps Of The Dance We Plodded Through Yesterday And The Day Before And The Day Before. It Seems Horribly Dull And Pointless-but It Really Makes A Great Deal Of Sense. After All, If You Only Have To Follow The Same Path Every Day, You Don't Need To Think At All. Considering How Good Humans Are At Any Mental Process More Complicated Than Chewing, Isn't That The Best For Everybody?

Have You Noticed How Difficult It Is Just To Get Along In The World? If You're No Good At All In Your Job, People Treat You Badly And Eventually You Will Be Unemployed. And If You're A Little Better Than Competent, Everyone Expects Miracles From You, Every Single Time. Like Most Of Life, It's A No-win Situation. And If You Dare To Mention It, No Matter How Creatively You Phrase Your Complaints, You Are Shunned As A Whiner.

What Do You Want A Clock For?” “to Find Out What Time It Is,” I Said. “i Think That’s The Usual Purpose.

I Really Am Guilty, Of Many Somethings, All Of Them Lethal And Very Enjoyable And Technically Not Quite Legal.

When Faced With People Who Have Very Limited Conversational Skills And No Apparent Desire To Cultivate Any It's Always Easier To Simply Go Along.