Humor is the one thing that survives everything. The day I stop laughing... pull the sheet over my head, and hand me scissors... So I can cut eye holes in it... and if that doesnt work, hand me a toe tag... i can put it on myself, thank you.
“There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.”
-Josh Groban
“Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.”
Groucho Marx
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.”
Groucho Marx
“There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.”
-Josh Groban
“Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.”
Groucho Marx
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.”
Groucho Marx
- Last seen on Nov 6 12:33 AM. Member since November 1.
- My mood is , and quote is ""love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time" - ani defranco".
- I am a 20 year old person from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm peddling practical jokes door to door .
- I have 2 poems, 1 journal
My Poetry
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It smells like sharp peppermints and smooth bittersweet chocolate
It crunches beneath my feet like fresh snowfall and trembles beneath my hand like a bird11 lines, 2 comments, November 1 -
one man I know said my verse was lacking
and i have to agree that it's spirit is smacking
My journal entries
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more and more often these days, i find myself suddenly unsettled. It is during times when i am quietly happy athat the voice will burst upon my mind and attack.... it swears that i have no right to be happy as i have not spent years alone... that i have not yet been able to give in to wanderlust and therefore i doomNovember 6, In Contemplative, My own personal thoughts, Nonfiction, Personal. 100 words. → Make first comment?
