Without Just One Nest A Bird Can

I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense Of Self-control, Doing Worse Things To Yourself Than The World Will Ever Dare Inflict.

These Flowers Will Be Rotten In A Couple Hours. Birds Will Crap On Them. The Smoke Here Will Make Them Stink, And Tomorrow A Bulldozer Will Probably Run Over Them, But For Right Now They Are So Beautiful.

Could You Hold The Chainsaw A Bit Closer To Your Mouth, Please?

You Gain Power By Pretending To Be Weak.

First Your Parents, They Give You Your Life, But Then They Try To Give You Their Life.