There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.

ponedjeljak, 13.09.2010.

A poem is no place for an idea.
Never rely on the glory of the morning nor the smiles of your mother-in-law.
If you want to be respected, you must respect yourself.
You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.
Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
There is no stigma attached to recognizing a bad decision in time to install a better one.
He who laughs, lasts!

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