Friendship Is Like Peeing On Yourself: Everyone

A Foolish Man Tells A Woman To Stop Talking, But A Wise Man Tells Her That Her Mouth Is Extremely Beautiful When Her Lips Are Closed.

Then She Did See It There - Just A Face, Peering Through The Curtains, Hanging In Midair Like A Mask. A Head-scarf Concealed The Hair And The Glassy Eyes Stared Inhumanly, But It Wasn’t A Mask, It Couldn’t Be. The Skin Had Been Powdered Dead-white And Two Hectic Spots Of Rouge Centered On The Cheekbones. It Wasn’t A Mask. It Was The Face Of A Crazy Old Woman. Mary Started To Scream, And Then The Curtains Parted Further And A Hand Appeared, Holding A Butcher’s Knife. It Was The Knife That, A Moment Later, Cut Off Her Scream. And Her Head.

That's The Way Girls Were--they Always Laughed. Because They Were Bitches.

Funny How We Take It For Granted That We Know All There Is To Know About Another Person, Just Because We See Them Frequently Or Because Of Some Strong Emotional Tie.

I Have The Heart Of A Child. I Keep It In A Jar On My Shelf.