Why did the chicken cross the road?
Karl Marx:
It was a historical inevitability.
Douglas Adams:
Forty-two.
Hippocrates:
Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Nietzsche:
Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
B.F. Skinner:
Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Albert Einstein:
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Buddha:
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Winston Churchill:
It was moving into broad sunlit uplands…
Salvador Dali:
The Fish.
Darwin:
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Epicurus:
For fun.
Ernest Hemingway:
To die. In the rain.
Beatles:
It was a long and winding road…
George Bush:
Read my lips: no more chicken crossing roads. OR To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights.
Charles Dickens:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, chicken were crossing roads, chicken were staying behind…
Orwell:
All roads are crossable by all chicken, but some roads are more
crossable than others.
Dostoyevsky:
After having killed an old hen, the chicken was wandering deliriously along the empty night streets of St. Petersburg and waiting for the darkness that never came; he crossed Nevsky and after a while found himself in an unfamiliar part of the city.
Hamlet:
For ‘tis better to suffer in the mind the slings and arrows of outrageous road maintenance than to take arms against a sea of oncoming vehicles…
Darth Vader:
(Whshhhhhhhhsh) Because it could not resist the power of the Dark Side.
Moses:
Know ye that it is unclean to eat the chicken that has crossed the road, and that the chicken that crosseth the road doth so for its own preservation.
Bob Dylan:
How many roads must one chicken cross?
Martin Luther King:
It had a dream.
Sir Isaac Newton:
Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.
Edgar Allan Poe:
Never More.
Update 2
hihihihihi got my iphone.
though i feel trapped. like i don’t do anything valuable.
i can’t find it in myself to study anymore. i just can’t find that part of me that cared.
it seems like nothing matters.
Fucking A
Good songs to waste time listening to.
Update
I’m getting an iPhone soon. Hence there will be more posts. More twitter. More photos I guess.
I don’t think anyone is out there anyway. I may be schizophrenic talking by myself.
Lalalalalalalala.
Not that anyone cares. So it goes.
City of Istanbul
In My Mind - Live from Swedish House Mafia @ Madison Square Garden
I should have fucking been there.
Full set: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCDcvZr9BNc&feature=related
(Source: youtube.com)
"UN-SEXY FINDIK FARESI"
- Nil
Foot Elevator (Rémi Gaillard)
(Source: youtube.com)
