Frequently reoccurring affirmation/hopelessness that happens in the moments when your body makes it apparent it's killing itself off and you decide to just ignore that shit and keep your dick hard and walk forward like flowers were meant to bloom, romance is real, and squirrels never die.
Moment of maturity when an insecure woman makes a passive-aggressive comment regarding her perceived sexual importance and instead of edifying her on just how mundane she is as a sexual object, you politely smile and walk away.
Understanding the last epiphany: your entire life has been a preparation for death and there's nothing left to accomplish but die.
New game called 'what stupid shit can I turn into a sex toy' that's played in museum gift shops.
Find it easier to respect a pomeranian with a bowl cut than any man with a groomed beard.
Life like an all-you-can eat chinese buffet that only stocks water chestnuts.
Intelligence is the mouth breathing cousin of imagination.
The near erotic experience that's found by inhaling the fragrance of frying chorizo from an unseen kitchen on a cold winter day.
Intense alienation that comes from observing a group of people over a long period of time and realizing there's no laughter, only gossip and bragging.
Love like a malfunctioning venus fly trap.