If I typed out positive words, printed them out, blended them together with fruit and ice, and spoke all those words into my drink before chugging, would I absorb those positive attributes faster?

“I could tell we were going to get along from the way he wiped his ass—on my tie.”

“My name is Yogurt Vonnegut, and I write with a spoon.”

“Is it any wonder that war is senseless? It’s started by politicians. As a class…”

“For the time being I’ll be a being in time. And when I die, I’ll happily be com…”