Sometimes I think my head might explode when I can’t escape from worries. This upcoming adventure had better lead me astray.
An old man sat in my fictional kitchen, wetting himself because he’d just made an Alien out of clay from the film ‘Alien’. I told him to go to the bathroom but before he got up Clay Alien came to life and ate him.
Sigorney Weaver turned up and told me to avoid all forms of eyeliner.
I was able to fly and all I did was hover over my house.
The old guy came back from the dead to tell me something really important about Clay Alien. I asked him if it was that the bloody thing was very much alive, and he sighed, said yes and told me off for inturrupting.
One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.Carl Sagan (via daringyetdarling)