Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Midnight Filosofía

There's something about driving that brings out the little Nietzsche in me, that tireless thinker that ends up eating up all my head noodles. And when that happens I get grouchy, coz the noodles wrapped around my cranium go in circular zigzags all the way to the ticker at the center of my chest.

I believe that bastard thinker is trying to bite my heart.


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