Everywhere, words are mixing. Words and lyrics and dialogue are mixing in a soup that could trigger a chain reaction. Maybe acts of God are just the right combination of media junk thrown out into the air.
“Crimony,” the Sarge says. “The whole town’s gone Hindu.”
According to this week’s Psychic Wonders Bulletin, this is all because of the talking Judas Cow.
Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine.
Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn't see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave.
Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.
When they were in school, Peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait.
According to Fertility Hollis, there is no chaos.
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
The night before I left home, my big brother told me everything he knew about the outside world.
In the outside world, he said, women had the power to change the color of their hair. And their eyes. And their lips.
To calm this girl down, to get her to listen, I tell her the story about my fish. This is fish number six-hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish.
“… when you think about it, there’s no good reason to do anything.”
There is no point.