What to wear. What to say to your spouse. Who to befriend. Why are you working at your job? Why do you care about taxes, what to cook, read, pay for, sell, you know, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥? Why is there no end to the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥? I have a secret for you. There is, brothers and sisters. There. Most certainly. IS!

I used to be neck-deep in ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. A ♥♥♥♥ buffet- an excrement parade - a crapstorm of meaninglessness. All those, you know, those little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ decisions we have to make that aren't really there. that are basically devoid of purpose. in a shared community of thought and goal like, say, a cult (dirty dirty word, I don't like it, but I had that decided FOR me, brothers and sisters), everyday is new and exciting with none of the choices mildewing in your noggin.

People say cults are about conformity. I say they break it. I say they snap conformity's rotten, scrawny neck.

Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, farm boy.

Scrub