I have an overabundance of random, ridiculous thoughts, and if I don't get them out in some form of cohesive manner, I think they'll overflow. As George Carlin said, you gotta have a place for your stuff.
Imagine in beautiful, cursive font: Dear God, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, And the strength to bust open the gun safe with a tomahawk to change the things I can. P.S. Amen.
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