The spice does flow.
Is that you, Baron?
I’m not dead! I think I’ll go for a walk!
Is this me?
No, you are someone other than who you are.
You know, I was just thinking that being the LAST poster in a thread that dies isn’t nearly as disturbing as being the FIRST poster in a thread that dies. I think there is a real message in that. 
But, all threads die – or they go to the BBQ Pit where they sometimes burn for eternity.
Eternity is such a long time that it has no beginning and no end. It’s as if it did not exist.
It’s endless ends all the way down.
The deuce you say! What happened to the damn turtles?
The turtles are the way down. It’s endless ends all the way up, man.
Up man? What’s up man?
Up your nose with a rubber hose.
Tonight we are going to be talking about of flu the subject of word association football.
The bird of paradise flu up your nose.
Down by the Green River where paradise lay… 
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife…
I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking
Quick, to my time machine!
I think I have a time machine, although I wasn’t aware of it until today. When I woke up this morning and looked at my phone, I discovered that I had traveled an hour into the past.