I Admit That I Have

The Single Simplest Reason Why Human Space Flight Is Necessary Is This, Stated As Plainly As Possible: Keeping All Your Breeding Pairs In One Place Is A Retarded Way To Run A Species.

By Four O'clock, I've Discounted Suicide In Favor Of Killing Everyone Else In The Entire World Instead.

Wolves Ate Even Mighty Hunters, For There Was No Honor Or Code Among Predators, And Everyone's Guts Steam The Same Way When Torn Open On A Cold Night.

That Means That The Universe Is Two-dimensional. Matter, Energy, Time, You, Me And The Floor Are Holograms.

I Grew Up In The 80s In England: We'd Wake Up Each Morning And Look Out The Window To See If The Government Had Finally Put Daleks On The Streets.