All we have is tomorrow.
do not move do not move keep still the world is asleep dreaming of today rolly polly the rolly polly lives content under his rock under the sun
I am infernal. I want to burn with the speed of a thousand galloping horses hot from the friction of their machinery.
We need it to survive more than we need water.
“We are different colors. I cannot understand you,” said the man to the frog.
Quality of experience, however, is as loosely captured as air in our lungs.
The great game of talk is to get others to say the words you put in their mouths. We converse, coerce, and convert into each other.