Jerry saw some old lady walking down the street with a bag of groceries, so he walked over to her. Instead of offering to help her, he tripped her. Then he laughed as she fell to the gr...
Yesterday I found a brand new thesaurus in the trash can. Holy excrement! I indubitably inherited a great deal of fortunat… while I was perambulating
The patient side of love: When infatuation is irrelevant, When waiting is a requirement, When prudence determines the outco… When abstinence subdues the urge,
Still water in a glassy state, a child of the immobile air, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding elements, luxuriating in the early morn,
He stands alone in the middle, a man with no voice. He doesn’t belong to one side, but to some of the both. Some say he is ignorant. He is neither a Democrat or Republican, left or r...
As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,
The passage of life into a life, from the ordinary to the extraordinary, the commonplace into dreams, the deep beneath the facade,
How can you punish someone for being a bigot? If he wants to be miserable with his convictions, let him be. He doesn’t know that debasing someone else is debasing himself in the same ...
Lazy days of Summer are here with… as we wipe the sweat from our clam… The work is done and so are we. ’Tis time to sit down under the ma… Ah-h the lemonade is so refreshing…
The painting on the wall parallel to my eyes is a place where I visit everyday. The longer I look at it, the closer I am to being there.
A real scorching, one hundred degr… July afternoons, no air, no breeze… Summer heat and sizzling afternoon… Dried up earth and orange colored… Brown grasses and melancholy leave…
Faces They attract with their beauty They draw attention to the surface They bring life to the lifeless They control prejudgment
Through the Rough Thickets and bushes with darkness… The road ahead, a discouraging jou… Moving forth without looking where… His visions locked in his stout-he…
Deep down inside is the voice of that internal coach called ambition that keeps yelling at me to surge ahead whether I want to or not. If I ignore him, he reaches inside my soul and pu...
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...