Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.

Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.

Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.

'Pastoralia' by George Saunders. Possibly my favorite book. It's one of the weirdest books I've ever read. If Monty Python and Thomas Pynchon had a love child, and it was raised by Frank Zappa on a weird commune, that would be this book.

You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?