Musings of a cigarette-smoking man

"life, is like a box of chocolates.
cheap thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asked for.
unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates.
so you're stuck with this, undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down until there's nothing else left to eat.
sure, once in a while there's a peanutbuttercup, english toffee, but they're gone to fast and the taste is, fleeting.
so you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teethshattering nuts,
if you're desperate enough to eat those then all you've got left is an, empty box filled with useless brown papperwrappings."

jag älskar arkiv x. precis, såhär, är det.