The truth?

The truth you say? Why, where does the truth come from exactly? Or more like...when was the truth ever made, or does it need to be made? The truth is what you make of it. Just like your purposes, your visions to be realities, your core beliefs, it's all what you make of it. You must come to understanding yourself as a person, which for some take many many years. So now I will ask, what is your truth? Tell a bitch what's up!! Truth can't truly be defined as something subjective or objective, but more of something completely within itself. Sitting here with Animal and Warrior Dog once more discussing the greatness of atoms being galaxies. Space Ranger is here with Animal and there doesn't seem to be any dangers of Indian Zombies, so for now we may just make it in one piece.

That kayak is made of shit and sticks. It was crushed to splinters under the wheel of the steamboat. Percy sleeps deeply and the Indian zombies will kill us and carry us off to some hell before he wakes up. I believe we can fully expect to be undead by tomorrow (of course, anyone killed by the undead becomes undead. I had a realization today. The Universe is actually just an atom in another universe that is also an atom. Furthermore, we can assume that the atoms that make up our world are also universes, with universes in their atoms. Should we be searching for intelligent life through a microscope?