Or should I just find the nearest homeless shelter?

We can’t be alone on this tiny blue planet…

Who knows what kind of power I’ve got lurkin’ around up there?

Infinite combinations of matter and energy, with infinite possibilities…

Or maybe I should start carvin’ that surfboard I promised myself I’d build.

…and think about the sweetest slice of pie I ever ate.

Maybe it’s just a filter—like an old McMurdo Silver, pickin’ up radio frequencies.

Maybe that meat in your head just isn’t producin’ consciousness at all.

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