keep mrs. puss clean. i mean, cleeeeeeeeeeeeean.

she's in heat right now, so, i mean, she'll let you pet her all you want, but it's kinda dirty.

yeah -- i seen him when he done it!

isn't it an unwritten rule of kissing that you shouldn't be watching TV over someone's shoulder while making out?

now how are you gonna protect those cookies?

i'm gonna eat 'em.

i still don't want to talk to you. but because i've always said that one must remain open to all communication, i can't just leave. i wish i could say how much it hurts though.

i used to think that humans would really benefit from eidetic memories.
i think history is a bad idea now
or at the very least, we should have been designed with a delete button to make the experience of time more pleasant

a harddrive is good enough: it records what you want, and you can always change it later, but best of all it's a step of removal away from consciousness. maybe a cpu is the exalted existence. only knowing what's immediate.

don't shade your object with edges, don't make art out of your shader networks.

and in here i have a little barf bag.

is that just in case of emergency, or is this obviously common enough that you had to plan ahead?

marshmallows. yeah.... it was kinda funny. yeah yeah, kinda.

more amusing because of the guy, but i guess if i hadn't seen it a few billion times already i would have laughed harder. or at all. it's a shirt now.

do you hear that? it's ticking.

the old whore knows

it's not like i have feelings anyway, right? no no, it's ok. you'd only think less of me for telling you anyway.

it's pretty much over now. wish you had been the one to say it, since i know i didn't want to.

rivers flow downhill. we won't be meeting at the mouth. take me away from here, stream of time.

it's beetle black and sits at my feet making sexy noises.

new toys are such a joy.