My skeleton works so hard to protect two organs that do not deserve it.

Right Knee: … you see these guys?

Left Knee: … yeah I know right! Idiots!

Stomach: … guys I don’t feel well … and I need food too!

Liver: … what the fuck are you guys doing

Kidneys: … hey guys we need to empty again

Spine: … guys I need to lie down or I’m going to stop talking to knees

Trapped in this fucking anxious flesh-prison.

Matter sucks, we should all be made of pure energy.

I don’t know, maybe you should take a breather…