

i don't care if the puzzle isn't complete as long as all the pieces are there.
still waking up from the dram, on the eve of a couple thousand pieces of fruit.
In the process of marinating, one of my longest ever, but on the other side I'm hoping for one of the best tasting pieces of meat anyone has ever tasted, just have to make sure I don't stay on the grill too long.
i'm out of complete thoughts, just left over with millions of tiny pieces of different thoughts.
i think god made me of all the scraps, like i'm good at a lot of things, but not great at anything, i have a brain full of incomplete thoughts and ideas, they swept all the scraps off the floor of the human factory and put them into a machine, and out came bugsy, so i think my mission in life is to get all these pieces to whoever they belong to.
my fruit basket may not have the most fruit, it may not have the best variety, it may have a few pieces that are sour, it may not have the sweetest fruit, but it's the freshest fruit around town.
last year in the US alone people went through...
18 million disposable diapers
enough tires to circle the earth three times
2 billion disposable razors
2.5 miller non-deposit plastic bottles per hour
14 billion catalogs
38 billion pieces of junk mail
the avererage person throws 4.5 pounds of waste away per day
sweetie. every second of the day. it's the waking moment and the sleeping moment. in my heart there's a little place taht's never forgotten. it comes with me every walk of life. everywhere. let's go back to the days when it was the complete opposite. it was still there, but there in full, there in bliss and there in love.
let's talk love, like children at the playground.
let this leaf fall into your hand.
it's kind of dark.
devote my life, for better or for worse.
nothing more amazing than coming to her at night. as long as i'm in her arms at night.
as if i'm a drunk or a druggie.
even after being broken i'll keep the pieces.