End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.
I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.
good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
Without time,” the angel said, “you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity.” “FYI, philosophy bores me.” “Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance.
Put on your big girl pants and deal.
You know, you sound like birds when you do that chuckle thing. It's nice. Over to the left, Vishous put his head in his hands.