It's love, all of it, especially the crying part.

regrets are for thinkers

Hey there sunshine, don't be sad, mistakes are just something you make while you wait for life to end.

I'm just going to take my little puppy and my freakishly huge head and just walk right the fuck away. It's probably for the best or at least better than you-est.

It will get better, here, take this flower as a gesture of beauty. But remember, talking about astrology is the smartest thing people who talk about astrology can do. I have two more flowers...it's a tough lesson.

and "stuff"

There was a world where her denim overalls were respected as the metaphor they were intended, and her anger was backed by more than 'brain fat'. And sweet-sweet revenge would be hers.

She could see it- and it looked pretty shitty too.

i mean, really?

and why would you bother eating them if you knew it all ended up as shit in the end? and what besides the red hot chili peppers is shit, anyway? it's all gray, brownish tannish gray-which is why, design-wise (there should be a shortcut for that as it is the 'literally' of the aesthetically attractive), so 'dwise', it's nice that the artist chose orange for the printing, or maybe that was just the only color available during the war because they were using their 'dwise' resources to kill germans before they killed jews--either way, i LOVE it with the orange (i'm super into orange right now, you know, 'dwise').

i couldn't be bothered to read the chapter, but i'm pretty sure they didn't mention tacos which sucks, because tacos are my favorite food right now. 'What aren't foods', i think that's the real question here, and the post apocalyptic version of this reader totally addresses that.

why is this book not used in schools anymore?

it has everything any of us ever need to know.

i'm concerned about the modern mittman

"No fruit roll ups for you until you thank HIM. "

to see a mother stand up for jesus like that with those insolent cheeto eating children made me proud. Like a prod in the right direction or a jolt from above by a guy who hates his job--i really knew that we should all be thankful for the pile of chemical treated genetically modified poison our fat mother lady chooses to foist on us. it gave me a moment of pause, a sudden awareness of how everything changes and nothing is lost. Thanks fat bitch with the ugly kids, you made me human.

we expect to expend so little for so much

Kris drank and pissed, you have no idea how busy she was.