Erwin Schrödinger may or may not have had a dog. It depends on how, or when, you look at it.
What, are we not romantic enough?
Yeah, sure, hearts move a little blood around. Whatever.
We draw oxygen out of the freaking air.
There's gotta be an artsy metaphor in there...
There may be warmth here, somewhere, but I have yet to feel it.
No movement recorded. I stare across space at the once-blue Earth through lidless eyes while parallel...
Language is love, and love is a language.
Many people claim to speak it, but the ones who truly do have learned how to spot a fake.
They read it in the pretender's grammar, hear it...