

Sometimes all it takes is something new.
driving the limits.
professional takes.
it takes a lot of people to save a chicken.
it only takes a moment to fall in love.
things break a lot faster and a lot easier than it takes to fix them.
the first few says it all.
it only takes three minutes to make it to dunkin donuts when you're in rhode island.
the tomato potato guy.
atlanta takes a hit from kristin, the world gets a thumbs up, and the brain starts ticking.
it only takes four, and then some. strike a conversation stay up late, share some laughs have one of the greatest nights of your life. parents, family, and friends.
life is like a big scratch and sniff sticker, it just takes a few decades to scratch.
there's a certain fascination that always takes place. but it doesn't necessarily have meaning. not everything has a meaning. people are always looking into art with meaning. well guess what? ...there is mayonnaise in the fridge. it is what you make of it, not what they wrote. you're the one writing your life, not others.
time for the bug to fly.
sinspiration.
no kidding...give me a hit,
and it takes a note like that to git, git, git,
"yer the s___, s___, s___,"
that's a good laugh,
this rhyming game's a great craft.
you own your genes, your genes don't own you.
what can your personality carry.
personality and character always takes priority over any sort of commonality.
you can't read a book until you open the cover.
the correlation between health and attitude is not a spurious relationship.
elders need to be respected. elders are great tools for us. people do not take time to understand the needs of elders. what it takes to be an elder. what it is to be old. old is knowledge. old is experience. old is feared by most people. why aren't people encouraged by growing older. more opportunities for us. more capabilities. more chances to make a difference in the world. no need to be lonely.
dream dream...even if its not what it seems.
move move...whatever it is you have to prove.
drive drive...no matter what it takes to thrive.
choose choose...while looking at what you may lose.
think think...about all those things on the brink.
i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?
i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?
i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?
push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.