The Art of Psycho Therapy...

I like rollercoaster boobs...

"Oh my gawd!" Michel looked at the spaghetti console.
The vessel adjusted its yar, "Squatle."
"I don't want another self-destructive devolution."
She sighed, "Chasing God again."
Cameron was wearing his favorite skinny pants with boots.
He adjusted his scaly cap..
"We should question everything."

Michel kissed Cameron,
"I flunked quantum mechanics and temporal mechanics too."
Cameron put the vessel in hyperdrive.
Michel put a pillow behind her head and lay on the floor.
"I think I need to pee."
Everything became brighter and stretched out like taffy.
There was a whistling sound like a tea kettle.

Paragon Park appeared in the shadows of the room.
"The rollercoaster jumped the tracks," Michel said.
A pumpkin scarecrow stood over the dead bodies.
"I knew .." Michel could not finish her statement.
Her breasts were expanding like blowfish.
Cameron held onto them.
The blowfish whispered,
"Where does the additional information come from?"

"Solar evolution." his inner voice replied.

Reflections~Why did whales walk on land and then return to the sea?

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