I think it was Soren Kierkegaard* who said that. Or Peter Sarsgaard? Old gaard/new gaard? Either way, it was someone for sure. And with that, I'd like to call your attention to a picture of our very own SweetCityWoman:
She thought she'd be funny, or whimsical, or some fucking shit, and dress as a unicorn for Halloween. Instead, she came out looking like if the Tickle Trunk exploded at Hullabaloo. Way to go, Nols. Although, it's better than the time she dressed as me. That was fucking terrifying.
So listened to a radio interview on the internet about how to get abducted by aliens. It gets dark at 5pm now, and today it got colder than a witches tit. Might be nice on a spaceship. Fuckin' flying around, eating fruit-rollups, drinking Tang and shit. Aliens, pick me! They probably won't. They don't care. Anyway, here's some spacey shit to bring if they pick you.
Harry Thumann - Underwater
Ganymed - It Takes Me Higher
Azoto - Exalt Exalt
Space - Magic Fly
Dee D. Jackson - Automatic Lover
*Nols's joke. I know, right?