Madness string 979

Random mermaid
By the way, I'll tell you that in Belgian Congo there's not a single person who tells the truth. They just lie all day long. Start at seven in the morning and keep at it until nightfall. So if I lie a little now and then, it's just because I've spent a little too much time in Belgian Congo.
The longer I live the more things I see that I never imagined. When I see something so far beyond what I was expecting, I feel young, fresh, naive. I feel the joy of a child discovering that there are other playgrounds in the world. The feeling that the world is vast and strange and unknown. They make pterodactyl noises while they do it. And beat their veiny wings.