Here is a page dedicated to my philosophical side. Cause when i'm not being busy or stressed or hyper or sleepy, I like to think about things. And when I do that, I begin to realize that we all put way too little value on unripe bananas and way too much on lipstick.
...And that dancing to dance remixes of 80s music is tons of fun.
...And that if you squint a certain way at the lights in an auditorium, they look like a colony of hyperactive worms.
...And that no one appreciates children's toys until they are too old to play with them and keep their dignity intact, at which point they're too busy thinking "god, i wish they had stuff like this when I was a kid!" to really enjoy them anyway.
...And that makeup is scary and jewelry is expensive, so why bother?
...And that people are really quick to fight for causes and protest against things they know nothing about, just to feel important.
...And that Brennan White gives the world's best backrubs.
...And that capitalism really isn't that bad after all.
...And that whoever invented name brands is a fucking genius. "Hey, I'll bet if I were to put some random word on all the clothes I sell, people would pay more for them!" Pure brilliance.
...And that consumers are stupid enough to fall for stuff like that.
...And that I'd rather be a tomboy than a girly girl *or* a real boy.
So, who am I exactly? A brain? A body? A bunch of electrons? A soul? An aura? Somebody's cruel joke? And...how exactly DO you get to Sesame Street? And...and...what the hell is SHNIGG?!?!?!
Alright, so about shnigg. You may, out of some kind of perverse curiosity that you should think about getting help for, want to know what shnigg is. The sad thing is,
I can't tell you.
*yoga-instructor voice*
Each of us must find shnigg
in our own special way.
*end voice*
All I can say is that it is a personal tribute to nostalgia, and a salute to those who still remember its origin.
But, to ease your disappointment, here's another cow! *wild cheering*
That's all for this page. Have a nice day.
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...And that dancing to dance remixes of 80s music is tons of fun.
...And that if you squint a certain way at the lights in an auditorium, they look like a colony of hyperactive worms.
...And that no one appreciates children's toys until they are too old to play with them and keep their dignity intact, at which point they're too busy thinking "god, i wish they had stuff like this when I was a kid!" to really enjoy them anyway.
...And that makeup is scary and jewelry is expensive, so why bother?
...And that people are really quick to fight for causes and protest against things they know nothing about, just to feel important.
...And that Brennan White gives the world's best backrubs.
...And that capitalism really isn't that bad after all.
...And that whoever invented name brands is a fucking genius. "Hey, I'll bet if I were to put some random word on all the clothes I sell, people would pay more for them!" Pure brilliance.
...And that consumers are stupid enough to fall for stuff like that.
...And that I'd rather be a tomboy than a girly girl *or* a real boy.
So, who am I exactly? A brain? A body? A bunch of electrons? A soul? An aura? Somebody's cruel joke? And...how exactly DO you get to Sesame Street? And...and...what the hell is SHNIGG?!?!?!
Alright, so about shnigg. You may, out of some kind of perverse curiosity that you should think about getting help for, want to know what shnigg is. The sad thing is, I can't tell you.
Each of us must find shnigg in our own special way.
*end voice*
All I can say is that it is a personal tribute to nostalgia, and a salute to those who still remember its origin.
But, to ease your disappointment, here's another cow! *wild cheering*
Back to Shnigg