burning turning tumult yearns and
sunset flowers bloom and burn in
colored sheets that fields of wheat can
replicate with just a spark.
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burning turning tumult yearns and
sunset flowers bloom and burn in
colored sheets that fields of wheat can
replicate with just a spark.
“A lot of people regurgitate sage proverbs and advice without thinking twice. Why not take that wisdom and let it be shown, as a message, while kept as my own?”
“Half of being witty is simply being the first to notice when something clever accidentally slipped out.”
In an attempt to conjure the most unappealing two word pairing this is what I came up with.
“Life is a lot like driving. If you keep turning around and looking back you’ll probably crash. You got to keep moving forward — that’s why we have mirrors.”
Getting to know someone is similar to exploring the inside of a mansion; the mind is huge and complicated, and snooping around in the bedroom is sure to get you kicked out, so you must approach the house with a certain demeanor. You can’t see what’s in the kitchen or the living room without first having been let inside (peering through the windows is not the best way to see a house). You can usually tell what kind of person lives in a house by the exterior. Some houses have a door bell, a big brass knocker, or a speaker system to be let in, so you must act accordingly to become as approachable as you can to the owner. Whether or not they open the door and invite you in is up to them, but the more you can relate to someone else, the more doors will be opened for you, and the more rooms you will be able to see.
lots of kids are playing four square.
Some play violins with horse hair.
I’m so tired, oh so tired.
Please, I need relief. Anyone.
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