This Isn't Life In The Fast Lane,

I Keep Vaguely Wondering What Macs Are Like, But The Ones I've Seen Spend Too Much Time Being Friendly.

Things Just Happen. What The Hell.

Joy Is To Fun What The Deep Sea Is To A Puddle. It’s A Feeling Inside That Can Hardly Be Contained.

Everything Is A Test.

This Wasn't Food - It Was What Food Became If It Had Been Good And Gone To Food Heaven.