by Ian Ganassi

Whichever box I open it will be the wrong box.

The longer it goes on the deeper the inflammation.

You don’t need a microscope to see the devil;
Most likely he’ll want to shake you by the hand.

But he’s not the only one.

As Freud said, “The patients are disgusting!”

Off with their heads!

“Life is like a roll of toilet paper.”

I forget how, but it still rings true.

“He’s good at what he does but what he does is not very good.”

Who’s driving getaway?

Wills and testaments floating copiously on the flood …

“What do you do?”
“I listen to the water falling.”

“What do you do?” “As little as possible.”

“Sad” was “heavy” once upon a time.

Thanks for the artichokes.