What we should probably do, and we can put this before the committee, is dig up all the dead people we love to hate, and grind their bones to a specific grade or grit. Then we can adapt it all to our methods and our language and issue personal mind/heart grinders  with which to mould and shape the eventual space we'll occupy when all that's left is people we hate to love.
Ah, screams. The stuff that dreams are made of ..

CYBORG CHAIRMAN MAO: All right, all right, everyone come to order. The 844th Conclave of the World Coterie of Sinister Conspirators has begun.
VAMPIRE JACQUES DE MOLAY: Point of order!
CYBORG CHAIRMAN MAO: *beep* *WHIRRRRR* The chair recognizes Jacques De Molay.
VAMPIRE JACQUES DE MOLAY: I move that we take up resolution WCSC-14402 for immediate discussion.
DISEMBODIED HEAD OF RASPUTIN: Point of odor! I can smell Jacques even in this sealed glass cylinder filled with embalming fluids and proteins!
STALIN CLONE 308: Haha! Sick burn, comrade!
DISEMBODIED HEAD OF RASPUTIN: Haha! I see what you did there, Joey!
DEMONIC REINCARNATION OF JEZEBEL: Pipe down, you. We are trying to address serious business here.
DISEMBODIED HEAD OF RASPUTIN: I’ll tell you what is serious business - getting you undressed! How about it, toots?
DEMONIC REINCARNATION OF JEZEBEL: Thanks, but I‘ve had my fill of dogs.
CYBORG CHAIRMAN MAO: *BUZZZZZZZZ* Order, conspirators, order! We will never bring down the whole of human endeavor like this. We must focus!
VAMPIRE JACQUES DE MOLAY: My motion would recognize Proto-Enochian as the official tongue of our organization.
DISEMBODIED HEAD OF RASPUTIN: Speaking of tongue, what’s a guy have to do to get some around here? Mine is rotting away.
DEMONIC REINCARNATION OF JEZEBEL: And not a moment too soon, if you ask me.
DISEMBODIED HEAD OF RASPUTIN: I did ask you. You said you’d rather kiss an ape.
STALIN CLONE 308: I would watch that.
VAMPIRE JACQUES DE MOLAY: You could be that. Can we get back to my motion please? 

I guess I wouldn’t call it “macaroni”, but I wouldn’t call it “macaroohey”, either. That just seems offensive.

The last time I turned left I wound up in Albuquerque with no Q’s and a handful of Cyrillic characters drawn by a very sarcastic cartographer.

I knew a guy who had measles once. I don’t know why, maybe it was a pet or something. Different strokes for different stripes, right?

The sum of all squares consists of infinite perceptible dark corners in which to stand alone and ponder the true meaning of emptiness...

Eggomaniacs are just wafflers with syrup on their lips...

A Mechanic Under The Influence Of Béla Lugosi
By rule of thumb, an atom bomb has Borderline Personality Disorder, because each soccer mom represented by Wings Hauser develops restless leg syndrome.

 oldviolin wrote: 
  very true

 Red_Dragon wrote: 
Maybe...

 oldviolin wrote:

But, does anyone care?

Ambiguity is a dish best served ambiguously.

Book of Certainty: Chapter Fresh, Verse Air

Man with crooked finger picks crooked nose.

Book of Boogermeister: Chapter Dirt, Verse Nap

Man with closed mind quick to close fist.

Book of Tatters: Chapter Wrong, Verse Way

Freed from discretion, we embraced distraction, and celebrated device on our devices.
We wondered around aimless and liberated; an ironic juxtaposition to self destruction
Surfing vapor trails and ever higher prices...

A nod is as good as a wink to a Bindu horse...

John Candy plays John Madden in a throw down biopic. Already got the voice.
Boom! Next question...

This year I'm going to attempt to celebrate all my messes; not as form but as function. Hey it beats sitting around like a soap on a rope.  I mean a dope on a mope. I mean a sap on a map. I mean a pope on a trope...

When a wet red glaze forms over a preoccupation with guns and congeals around a one shot deal it might be time to tend a different garden...

 miamizsun wrote: 
I heard the crunching...