Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him."
I ran the wrong kind of business, but I did it with integrity.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.