Think it? Write it.
See it? Write it.
Dream it? Write it.
Love it? Write it.
Forgot it? Write it.
Abandoned it? Write it.
Hate it? Write it.
Hear it? Write it.
Feel it? Write it.
You LIVE IT?.. You write it.
Digg?
I don’t want any of this anymore. You can all fucking have it. It’s what you’ve waited for. There’s nothing in it for me there’s no room. Either hurt yourself or those around you. There’s nothing for me anymore. For me anymore. For me anymore. For me.
Bugs Bunny could singlehandedly defeat Thanos by dressing up as a TSA agent and setting up a metal detector in the middle of the battlefield saying that all metal objects must be removed if you want to pass on through now stick around for my 2,000 word essay on just how effectively he would convince The Mad Titan to comply
“For shame, doc! Dontcha know we got other folks waiting?”
(Thanos looks behind him and sees dozens of Bugs Bunnies dressed as angry yelling travelers with huge bags of luggage. Thanos rubs his neck guiltily and begins sliding off the gauntlet)
I felt compelled
I don’t think I’ve seen such a finely crafted Looney Toons joke in over two decades. Bravo.