Gonna chop some god damn firewood!

. . . is what I’m gonna do!

And, hell, why not: I’m going to wake up every morning and brush my teeth and stuff like that as well.

Out there in Oregon!

And I’m definitely going to pretend I’m dead until everyone else thinks that too!

Heck yeeeaaaahhhhh

A year from now I’m going to move to the Oregon wilderness and live in quiet solitude until Earth catches fire! It’s going to be great. And I really do mean that—I really am going to do that~

Good ol’ Andrew Toups

(That’s Lafayette, Louisiana)

((I went there for some reason))

No neck stuff. I can’t stand neck stuff. Whenever someone gets their throat slit in a movie, I have to look away. It drives me nuts when a T-shirt rubs against my neck.

So if you’re going to kill me, please gas my bedroom while I’m asleep. Assassinate me on my walk to work. I don’t know! Get creative. No neck stuff though!!

“Go ahead and kill me, baby, if that’s what you feel like doing! Just, for God’s sake, go easy on me!!!!”

. . . is what I would say to someone who wanted to kill me.

That about sums it up

My parlor trick is to leave the room and never come back

Well, the thing just keeps limping on doesn’t it

It’s been over for probably fifty years now

Hell of a thing

Here’s another thing: I feel like my personality could fall into a hole, or get sucked out of me, or whatever, at any given moment

I look at whatever this is and think, “I have almost no attachment to anything”

Yeah!

I have found so many white hairs on my head