Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.
I've never been super confident about anything. The work is never as good as it could be.
You can't always trust your mother.
If it has more than three chords, it's jazz.
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood, just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets.
The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies, while Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport only to find his heroes all coked up.