Postmodernism, the school of "thought" that proclaimed "There are no truths, only interpretations"
~Nietzche (or maybe Hume)

A world without truths. Can I buy some cyanide, Vanna? If to love and be loved is all that matters, then discerning the truth is its almost-the-same alternate. I pretend so much for release purposes it's unimaginable to accept that the truth of the matter was irrelevant and all that counted was intelligent (i.e. stupid) conversations in lieu of where confirmations used to be . Soaking in a lavender infused bath purifies my johnson area but if I conversed that it was life extending, shouldn't somebody ask WTF? We all wanted to bang Mary Travers when PP&M sang Where Have All the Flowers Gone? but can that be extrapolated into "Here's what will get you into your 80s, grandpa?" I once toured Welch's and sampled Senior Mints which obliterated the Junior version on sale at your favorite sweets shop. What we erect is what we routinize and this, my friend is today's erection

"What kind of work do you do?" "Oh, I work with kidneys." "So do you work in nephrology or pediatric orthopedics?"