

The more you leave behind, the more relaxing it'll be.
Imagine if Jack Kerouac ever said, I can't just get up and leave.
sex as it should be.
backup smiles. because you can leave any situation with a smile.
q: what do you want out of life?
a: i guess i want what everybody wants, to lift my leg and leave me mark on the world.
ambitious creations leave me to ponder what's possible, and i'm left with, hmmm...everything.
you can do better than leaving louisiana on a good note, you can leave it on a crawfish pie.
Second class lover.
I feel it's no different than the lesson of having to leave home to learn how much you love it.
posted and sealed.
more laid back than a lawn chair.
i'm pretty sure that on my trip every single mom hugged me when i had to leave.
I love to leave long-sleeved shirts lying around the house so there is always one within reach.
I'm not sure when, but at some point I started to grow a pretty thick shell and it's been difficult to break open.
i'll be leaving at the hardest time of year, when everyone is coming back i'll be leaving, a hard place to leave, but a transition that's required.
approach silently, deliver loudly, leave silently.
what does that mean, i only own half the dictionary and pretentious is in the half i don't own.
just making sure you emptied everything out of the thought box, i like to make sure i shake it all out i don't like to leave a single froot loop at the bottom of the box.
happy november!
the snow shall come soon and we shall all be happy and merry and gay. may the snow cover all the grass, all the sidewalks...may the shovels leave it alone, let it get trampled on, it's fun to walk on snow. i want to see snowbanks above my head, i want to step in snow up to my hips. yes. snow. whoa to snow.
captain.
drop the hint, pick up the lint, look around and play some chimes, i've gotta rid these dimes and pay off my fines, gotta stop it from gettin' to me before i go blind, you say i'm so kind but i know it's a lie, go cry cry cry, and give me the time, i'll write you this line if you back up a few, take along my crew, leave me alone, at home away from the phone, lastnight you got stoned but now it's time to get down, with the spirit, with the soul, a lot different than the one you stole, from the kid who was shot, with the gun somebody else bought, you'd be a fool to say there's a day that goes by when his mother doesn't cry.