It seems to me that a 9<br>11-style attack is impractical.
You feel pressured to do what you think the public wants, when in actuality the sales aren't reflecting what the radio is doing. Not in the least bit!
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror, Visions of yourself and error could never be clearer. The truth is that you ugly. . . Not on the outside, but in the inside; On the outside, you frontin' you lovely.
If you holding up the wall then you missing the point
Cloned chickens walking around without heads, The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it. Population control, make the babies sick, All these RFID chips, RU-486. . . This is a war against consciousness, Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship. And we are on the front lines, Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime.
Radio makes it appear like you can get some sounds in a laptop and be the next dude. Those careers don't really last.
Squeeze 7cc's so I could see the seven seas, And CC all my friends so they could see what I was seeing. . . But what they saw was a despicable human being; So, I guess they just wasn't seeing what I was seeing.
When a man can observe himself suffering and is able, later, to describe what he's gone through, it means he was born for literature.
It seems to me that a 911-style attack is impractical.
When Henry Ford said, "The customer can have a car in any color as long as it's black," he was not joking.
I certainly like working in Germany.
Medication alone is not to be relied on. In one half the cases medicine is not needed, or is worse than useless. Obedience to spiritual and physical laws--hygeine [sic] of the body, and hygeine of the spirit--is the surest warrant for health and happiness.