I need to remain calm. I feel like I'm not going anywhere, and I only keep talking to myself about the same things. This is a part of who I truly am?
The pope is in critical state right now, and I turn to god that helps find answers.
It's easter weekend, yeast, chocolate and the easter bunny.
Do you share a fish to eat, or fast on the thought of bread, flick on hunger (not responding) to the Gettysgurg Address.
As the rats retreating from intense heat, a lieutenant slides down the fireman's pole.
A bad case of cabin fever, I've set up at the pole position in F1.
This brilliant charade between the have's and the have-not's.
I'm in no rush to hurry, slow hurry to rush.
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