Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!
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Regrets never sit well, with those that never forget.
People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.
Level, is spelled the same forward and backwards. Those on the upper level can always hit the bottom, and those on the bottom can always rank to the top. Envision your footprints up there already trailing, and your feet will soon follow suit.
It all starts with you, and that which never starts, also finishes with you.
One dream, will suffice a thousand nightmares.
Therapy to life: Eat with the wise, and drink with the fools!
As dogs return to their vomit, some men return to their wives.
Manny has swung with many men, but many men never seen Manny's blissful swing.
They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold.
As day is to a sword, night is to a shield.
I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.
In all you do, try being a WOW, and not a woe.
Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.
At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.
They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.
The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away.
Sometimes you have to risk life, in order to live, and gamble death, to sacrifice life.