Saturday, July 24, 2021

JMJ

Emotions smoke like love smothered in thought. Either one sees through the thought or attaches to it. Or both.

Where there’s emotion there is consciousness fucking with the mind. It’s just the functioning of self-awareness, Jake.

The stars are in our DNA, Horatio. Maya is the plan, Stan.

One is either never born or busy being unborn, Bob. This is Clem Fandango, can you hear me?










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