The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity.
May be innocent, may be sweet… ain’t half as nice as rotting meat.
The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity.
May be innocent, may be sweet… ain’t half as nice as rotting meat.
Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.
I knew a guy who was dyslexic. He was also cross-eyed. So everything came out right.
When I go to bed, I get hungry! When I sit down to eat, I get sexy! I saw a man, lying in the middle of the road! And I said “can I help you”? And he said “I just found a parking space, now I’m waiting for my wife to go buy a car!
See, you can’t rewrite, ‘cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and the rhythm, the tumbling out of the words, is a betrayal, and it’s a sin, Martin, it’s a sin.
Be nice to me, babe or you’ll regret it. You are my hostage and don’t you forget it. The night is early and there’s lots to be done. Lets boogy now, come on, we’re gonna have some fun.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist.