This man is walking on the roof of a tram because:

a) he's posing for Adbusters.

b) he's lost.

c) he's in a French movie.

I could walk on a train, I think. I'd urinate, but I'd make it to the end. No one would know, because the wind would be so strong, it'd destroy evidence. There'd be no puddle (it'd blow away), and the generous breeze would dry me off pretty fast...if only there was a way to do away with the horrible smell. Perhaps some kind of air freshner between me and the piss?

Hey, look, I ate a burger!



Are you afraid of sleeping? I am. There's a moment I have once in a while, while hovering just above sleep, in which I think, "I'm essentially dead right now".



There's gotta be some hope beyond that. I could wake up anywhere, in a different brain even! Imagine that! I could pretend I was a wizard, and throw lightning bolts at people, OR I could be a hot, hot girl. Either way, I'm so game.



Too bad that shit never actually happens.