We're All Immigrants

The more faceted the world, the less efficient be a tape measure.



We’re ALL immigrants,
but in a manner



And then this other guy, when any of his dialogue voices threatened to become maudlin, or sentimental, would pretend that it had asked him, “May I confide in you?”  And he would reply, “No.”



Let all in support say “Yea,” and all opposed, “Nay,” now shake hands and go back to fucking.



While reflecting on his pleasant life and general good fortune, one guy just up and said something to the effect of, “Thanks Life!”  And one of his voices said, “Hey, why thank Life?  It’s you that works three jobs, goes to night school, and exercises like a madman.”  And the guy thought for a moment, and said, “Okay, ‘Thanks Life’ for making me do it.”