Maybe We’re all Late bloomers
A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
When I listen to the blues I can’t stop thinking of advice I’d give
The only possible form of self-awareness is knowing what you want to be true
Seeing as no good deed goes unpuni… Everyone else turned the job offer… And went back to waiting on their… Only the Jews understood that In the real world
They couldn’t have been more obvio… in their preparations for the surp… trusting that I was the type loathe to ruin my own surprise
A poem is worth A thousand pictures A life is worth A thousand paper cuts So, if I were to
You’re not allowed to copy from your neighbor because you’re supposed to copy from your teacher
In this charming reboot of a classic kidlit gumshoe series our eponymous hero Wikipedia Brown solves thought crimes by
It’s almost impossible to tell the difference between self-effacement and self-abasement In the former he stays down to earth
Desire is a tautology rendering each of us a failed ouroboros as dogs chasing our own tails
Once I realized that I wasn’t afraid of sky diving just that my parachute wouldn’t op… I was able to conquer my fear without ever leaving the ground
My wife wears her heart on her sle… Yet remains a total mystery– How can she be so sure? I’m sure I don’t know But sure enough
I never knew who they thought I really was until I finally staked my claim
You will have noticed by now That the phrase Public humiliation Is redundant
