Marriage is a long, dull meal with dessert served at the beginning.
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty.
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.
People will ask you the question 'how is life treating you?' But my question is 'how are you treating life?' On that your happiness rests
Rush like a river from the highest mountain, drink from the fountain and stop your counting. What kind of wine does he have in his tavern, oh so enchanted and sing like a mad man. Mad with the love of a wife for her husband, child or mother, sister or brother. . . sing for the Most High, sing for no other. We are all notes in this eternal song, God plays his flute and we all dance along.
As anyone who is gay will confirm, being that way is not something you become, it is a set of emotional and physical responses that just are.
The only thing I miss from the sitcom format is that immediate gratification of when you're, if we're talking about comedy, of the live audience.