(via cisminor)
Buncha crap. Srsly.
Is it: One, for the money; Two, for the show? It makes no difference where I go.
We live in a world where there are actual fleets of robot assassins patrolling the skies. At some point there, we left the present and entered the future.
The world is governed more by appearances than realities, so that it is fully as necessary to seem to know something as to know it.
