Forgive me for allowing myself to be hurt by you so easily.
Life is a process of losing our illusions, until we finally lose the illusion that we're alive.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
Don't wait for a disaster to get to know your neighbors.
If you keep groaning, please do it to a rythmn I can dance to.
One good thing about my computer: it never asks why.