Cool for Thought has returned. I hope you will be entertained.
The meek are inheriting the earth as we speak. They’re called nerds. They are plentiful and no longer afraid. And without them, the rest of us are hopelessly lost.
We walked in a nice, safe, line one by one. We tried our best to step together as well, the line would move much much faster that way. It was comforting to look in front of or behind us and to see a familiar face. It was quite puzzling when one of us decided to break the line and walk in a different direction. What could have made them do such a thing?
(Wooster)
“I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m a work in progress,” the android stated frankly. “I think I shall be this way for some time, but when I am finished I will be sure to answer all the questions that you could ever possibly ask me.”
(Wooster)
This is her real face. No matter what she sounds like, or how terribly kind she is this is her real face. The quicker you understand that, the easier you’ll be able to adapt.
(Streetsy)
I wouldn’t mind the world’s impending doom if all mushroom clouds looked this pretty. Hell, I could think of a million different ways to go that wouldn’t be as attractive.
(Wooster)
The high score was within reach. Even as the ice-caps melted and while water filled every crevice around him, he still flipped those flippers with a smile on his face.
(Streetsy)
“I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” - J. Robert Oppenheimer quoting the Bhagavad Gita
“Now we are all sons of bitches.” - Kenneth Bainbridge
She dreamt, the other night, of sitting on her bed with her dogs next to her. Other than that she was alone. After two weeks of constant transit and only sleeping one hour at a time, she was getting delirious. Her hearing was starting to go, so she never heard the door open. It was over in a breath.
The stuff I have to do is slowly becoming all that I do. This is severely troubling.
