diy

Punker, what's compassion for a world this far gone? The streets don't give a fuck. It's a bummer, your care slides down its target like beads of rain on rock. There's no aquifer for any shit like this. Where does compassion go and can it be returned? You're Donn in this world, with the staff and the purple band. The artificer. Walking the bandoned suites of hell and your eyeballs thinking, what can be saved? Not their gear but its aspects. You started kung fu way later than the rest, and before that you saw compassion in a history spiel. Now it keeps washing up on your shore. Giving a shit might be made of parts, it might be made solo. It might be an invasive species or not. Punks evolved from dinos too. Not even cross time and distance. But the spikes on their heads are the same.

My friend Annabel calls it "Reverse Perfectionism" - if a man thinks he can't do something perfectly, he'd rather not do it at all_

Don__ wait for someone else to do it so you enjoy. You can__ do it yourself. Just try it.

I swiftly discovered that there are few things in DIY (and possibly life) that can't be solved with a large mallet, a bag of ten-centimetre nails and some swearing.

I charge you; once you have the dream, decide to begin and begin right away. Wait for nobody to blow whistles for you to start.

Don__ wait for big opportunities. You can create small but wonderful ones by starting with what you have.

Live full of accomplishments and die empty of your God-given potentials. Release your greatness now.

To become a better you, look nowhere else for another alarm to blow before you wake up. Get up and rise up.

It's called joining the property market - and it shits on war for stress

Having someone do certain things for you is like getting someone to chew your food for you.It might be easier to swallow but it loses all its flavor...And you want the flavor!

Support for the arts -- merde! A government-supported artist is an incompetent whore!

Question authority... Then ignore it!