I should watch Dirty Pair again. Could do with something cheerful.
The more I think about it, the more I realise my ability to create is starting to rot and turn bad. Participation and integration is thinning out to the bare minium, trying to participate with what's left after a hole day's been burned. And even then the only ideas that're coming up are fairly bleak with a wormfic on the slow boil that's been described as the most depressing thing ever and that it's starting to seem utterly impossible for someone like Jet to get a 'happy' ending
The more I think about it, the more I realise my ability to create is starting to rot and turn bad. Participation and integration is thinning out to the bare minium, trying to participate with what's left after a hole day's been burned. And even then the only ideas that're coming up are fairly bleak with a wormfic on the slow boil that's been described as the most depressing thing ever and that it's starting to seem utterly impossible for someone like Jet to get a 'happy' ending
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.