I like to think of the moon as a giant disco ball suspended in space.
Yesterday me and my friend Mr. Fabulous decided spontaneously to flank a gang of about 30 sheeps. We wanted show those bastards who’s on top of the food chain. It was a half hearted attempt on my part, I must admit. After we drove them out to the edge of a not so steep “cliff” about 2 meters high, I went down to the trashy beach(50% stones, 50% trash) and started throwing dirty little rocks in the water. Then the sheeps did what animals always do when you show weakness. Counter attacked. I was quite high, so instead of holding my ground, like you’re supposed to do in these kind of situations. I made a horrible attempt at escaping back up the “cliff”, only to stumble and get dirt all over my black pants. Luckily my next attempt, more adrenaline fuelled, I suppose, worked out. Then we went to McDonalds.
Francis Bacon, Profoundly Optimistic About Nothing
Survival of the friendliest :)
Dreams are not without sense, nor are they best understood to be expressions of infantile wishes. They are the result of the interconnectedness of new experience with that already stored in memory networks. But memory is never a precise duplicate of the original; instead, it is a continuing act of creation. Dream images are the product of that creation.
- Rosalind D. Cartwright