Life separately or added together, life, separately, or, added together, makes no difference when you have enough voices in your head to keep you company but not too many to keep you out of everyone else's company. Marry me. Make the habit of love the habitat of our future. 

I don't know. Going out into an oceans break and making peace with the salty taste is as good a past time as any. Salt makes bodies float which is helpful to all the fat asses around here. You cannot expect me to have to work for my pleasure, that just don't make no sense. I've seen more dead birds than I think any other dead animal and they somehow always look more dead than the rest. Their place is above my view, looking straight up their butthole. Down on the ground is no place for a bird to lie and we both know it. Their feathers never look neat enough, never prim and proper like they should be. Post dinosaur.

Post Dinosaur is a good term for a lot of things, like the age of humans or a name for birds or the philosophical thought of the current generation or even the inevitable end of oil. There is a disclaimer to make with the last statement: oil is not made of dinosaurs. It does not matter now to make jokes but I will try anyways because I have never written a joke:

A man eats cereal and milk every night before bed. He farts all night long for years until he realizes there is something wrong with his stomach. He cuts the cereal and still farts. He cuts the milk and still farts. Finally, he cuts the sleep and doesn't seem to fart. The man dies a week later from sleep deprivation.

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