They have a way of rising from the ashes,” said Andreus.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
If your house was burning, what would you grab? I’d grab my penis. Repeatedly.
Instead of burning the midnight oil, you should try selling it.
With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word ‘intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be....
I am Envy…I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Christ was the son, I am a magnifying glass, and you are an ant.