bolhom
utorak, 13.04.2010.
I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.
I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
I was sick of cars driving right past me.
Therefore search and see if there is not some place where you may invest your humanity.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
No.
My eyes swam and watered and I literally couldn't breathe through the pain.
If you really do put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
