The things that we call pleasure are just postponements of pain.

Is there a difference between pity and love?

Can a man who puts his obligations before himself ever find peace?

I think that, no matter what I do, I will never be a decent person.

Dude; the clientele. Remember it.

Some days, the thought of Sleep lays heavy on my mind
Leaden words, heavy hands
A burden I carry, barely concealed.

Some days, Sleep whispers from behind me
Whichever way I turn, looking back
There it lies;
Knowing it need not give chase.

Some days, I search for Sleep.
Unable to find the prey,
I relish the trail I've followed,
picking it like a

My friend John called and left me a message:

Hey, it's john. Which one of us should write a book by the best smelling author of... That's what I want to know. And I want you to tell me. Okay. Bye.

Also, I'm in the process of making twenty-thousand stadium chairs. Twelves hours a day, seven days a week; This job is, really, nothing more then thinly disguised aerobics. I have washboard abs like you wouldn't believe. And since you'll never see them, you will never believe.

• a sense of propriety and fitness.
• men cannot make themselves good enough to earn their way into Heaven on their own initiative, or give rise to a duty on God's part to save them.
• Parables such as the Workers in the Vineyard, Matthew 20:1-16 [1], tell of an employer (who in the traditional Christian understanding, represents God) who hires some ( Read more... )

Hey. uhm, Just, you know, saying hey. So; What's up?

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And, in honor of you, tonight I am foregoing dinner, and heading straight for the gin and tonic in a mason jar.