hole

More times than I can remember I look around and I ask why the hole I__ in looks so strangely familiar. Probably because it looks a whole lot like all the other ones I dug before I got around to digging this one.

Although it pains me to admit it, I am quite familiar with the holes in life. And this familiarity is due to the fact that I spend far more time in these holes than I spend on the paths that brought me to them.

Nearly everyday life leans over and says, __ome on down!_ But standing at the bottom looking up, it__ finally dawned on me that it__ not these invitations that have dug this hole. Rather, it__ the fact that I accepted them.

After our negotiations were completed, the dome would be imploded and launched toward the nearest black hole, so that none of its atoms would ever contaminate this particular universe again. I thought that last part was overkill.

A ship with a hole underneath is doomed to sink! And ignorance is also a hole in the brain, a big hole!

When I__ at the bottom looking up, the main question may not be __ow do I get out of this hole?_ In reality, the main question might be __ow do I get rid of the shovel that I used to dig it?

Hole..." He grips Risa's hand tighter. "Hole, Risa, hole..." And she smiles "Yes, Connor," she says. "You're whole. You're finally whole.

There are no good tights, Rare they are, a rare sight. You roll and roll Inside a new hole, They´re only good for a fight.