Where's my bong? In the end, might makes right. Nothing has changed since the caveman.
Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
A word humans use to give agency to that which fills them with Fear and/or Loathing
Hold on. OF COURSE! It's YOUR bong collection!
But...
(I remember being on the train, I remember Twank producing a grey handkerchief from his pocket, a handkerchief he opened, revealing a brownish lump. I remember him saying,
"Psychedelic truffle. Just try a tiny bit. I want to sell them to afew."
I remember thinking, "Well, anything to help afew!" and taking a bite.
And then I remember a BANG! and a voice shouting, "Bollocks!")
But....Essex? Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
