Right foot, left foot, hemorrhage.
It's always funny until someone gets hurt. Then it's just hilarious.
I don't care if you're obscene, filthy, horrendous -- as long as you're honest.
Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.
I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
Why is pot against the law? It wouldn't be because anyone can grow it, and therefore you can't make a profit off it, would it?