The risk of being famous is you have to take levothyroxine sodium to stay thin. Yes, you have your central nervous system to worry about. There's the insomnia. Your metabolism ramps up. Your heart pounds. You sweat. You're nervous all the time, but you look terrific.
Just remember your heart is only beating so you can be a regular dinner quest at the White House.
Your central nervous system is just so you can address the UN General Assambly.
Amphetamines are the most American drug. You get so much done. You look terrific, and your middle name is Accomplishment.
Your thyroid shuts down natural production of thyroxine.
But you still look terrific. And you are, you're the American Dream. You are the constant-growth economy.
The people out there looking for a leader, they want vibrant. They want massive. They want dynamic. Nobody wants a little skinny god. They want a thirty-inch drop between your chest and waist sizes. Big pecs. Long legs. Cleft chin. Big calves.
They want more than human.
They want larger than life size.
Nobody wants just anatomically correct.
People want anatomical enhancement. Surgically augmented. New and improved. Silicone-implanted. Collagen-injected.
People shopping for messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser. When it comes to choosing a saviour, they won't settle for just a human being.
People are looking for how to put everything together. They need an unified field theory that combines glamour and holiness, fashion and spirituality. People need to reconcile being good and being good-looking.
Did prepetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?
Because the only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?
And if Christ had died from a barbiturate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would He be in Heaven?
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