If the universe was made for me, why doesn’t it fit better?
Or
If I was made for the universe, why do I feel like I was made from all the second-rate spare parts?
If the universe was made for me, why doesn’t it fit better?
Or
If I was made for the universe, why do I feel like I was made from all the second-rate spare parts?
Filed under blathering idiot, Cartoon, fun, humor, the universe, word play
Tagged as blathering idiot, cartoon, fun, humor, random thoughts, second rate, spare parts, Universe, word play
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