The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
Last week I forgot how to ride a bicycle.
My friend has a baby. I'm recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant.
I went to San Francisco. I found someone’s heart.
I had a dream that all the babies prevented by the pill showed up. They were mad.
I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don't.