We are all the food.
Food? Who needs it?
Well. I am not going to be able to do much of anything without a spoon.
Meaninglessness is, but is Loch Ness meandering less?
Guns don’t kill people: artists make nothing.
A frog can’t bird sing flies. (Bananas.)
To the other, and yet but yet.
Is each of these the essays?
“When and but it’s yes yes yes.”