What could you do in your past lifeto come back as a weevil in beans?Just curious.

To my mirrors,The aliens and the CIAsecretly watching me,and any spirits stuck in my room,sorry guys.I know look batshit crazyeach time I start reciting a bunch of monologues in my dramatic "film voice" after I finish watching a movie.

The Dirty Thirties are knockingin a French accent-

This ugly laughreverberates deep in your chairand forces your shoulders to erupt.Tears run down your face, In Reckless abandon,Wrinkles strewed across your face.Your ribs struggle with a joyful pain. This is how I wishto spend the rest of my life.