I just have a relationship with my imagination. It's like my friend, almost.
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
Why is a carrot more orange than an orange?
Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?
I'm seeing the world partially through the eyes of a kid. Not all the time. There's no black and white to it. But sometimes I'm seeing it like I'm 4.