All self-help books boil down to this: You can’t fold a piece of paper more than 7 times but if you could fold it 103 times
When I started telling my employe… Apologies in advance! they still felt compelled by decor… No apologies needed which was how I ended exploitation
Every time I’ve totally lost it It was because I feared I had lost control But they can imprison you, torture… And yet they can’t take your self-…
My wife– All 5 feet of her– Busted me out of prison So that I could get back To a life of time
Life is trying So Die trying
They couldn’t have been more obvio… in their preparations for the surp… trusting that I was the type loathe to ruin my own surprise
The question isn’t: Why is there something rather than nothing? It’s: Why does it mean something
I dream in color but my interpretations are in black and white
That wasn’t the sky Falling on your head That was the truth gone to ground By playing dead
My wife I mean my life Is a fulfillment of dreams Where I wish I were wearing pants
I am just like everyone else In that I am nothing like anyone… Which is how I am one While we too are one
In the cyber proxy war of all agai… We are all fighting each other So that none of us have to fight Our own worst inclinations
Finding the anxiety of not knowing who we are for the Other unbearable we cracked the cheat code of statu… but in predetermining
When they shut down Ringling Bros… a down on his luck clown looked into a second career as a m… but was informed that the mimes were only accepting applications f…
There were 102 passengers on the… So why only 101 dalmatians?
