The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink. Stank. Stunk.

Thank goodness for all the things you are not, thank goodness you're not something someone forgot, and left all alone in some punkerish place, like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.

This book is to be read in bed.

Sometimes you will never know the value of something,until it becomes a memory.

Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.