winter is dumb.

Where is the sunshine/what is this garbage??

The sweet nectar of youth.

twinkle twinkle little star

how i wonder what you are.
there's a star outside a twinklin and a winkin at me.
though a quivering star is but light traveling through the atmosphere,
churning and yearning
and deflecting and refracting
and moving and shaking.
but we're still looking at the same moon, you and i;
and so it is, from there to here.

Moustache ride.

`~*<{8o{B) glasses + button nose + draping moustache + buck teeth + silly hat. Probably listening to Delorean on repeat.

Gimme that funk that sweet that nasty that kushy stuff.

IT'SLIKEBILLNYE[THESCIENCEGUY]ONSTEROIDS.

Something Grover said.

Ok, the way I see it, if we were an old couple, dated for years, graduated, away from all these scholastic complications, and I reached over and kissed you, you wouldn't say a word, you'd be delighted, probably, but if I was to do that now it'd be quite forward, and if I did it the first time we ever met you probably would hit me.

What do you mean?

I just wish we were an old couple so I could do that.

'Kicking and Screaming; 1995'