Humour
I love that no one understands why I persist with writing as
constantly as they bitch and complain about how the world is obstructing
them from doing what it is that would truly make them happy.
Deliberate distortion for maximum comic affect. The first two years of natural chemical processes.
Hope is the disease of the week.
Never
loosen the belt on humour. Keep every action laughable. Consider
utility, efficiency, and accuracy, all these measures of context, lent
over by their father: humour.