The fact that there's a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot about anticipated traffic numbers.
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My glass is really tired and can't bear to contemplate the philosophy of fluids today.
My glass is broken on the floor
I drink from the bottle.
I can do upside down chocolate moo things!
Rain, hail and thunder here, my glass is filling itself.
You'll never self-actualize the subconscious canopy of stardust with that attitude.