| Well call me butter because I’m on a roll because I used to be schizophrenic, but now we’re okay and just hanging in there like a hair in a biscuit. |
In the end your life’s work will simply become a memory to many or to a few. Regardless, what matters is will it be a good memory or a bad one
| Only think slicker than a greased pig turned politician is a harpooned in a banana tree dipped in butter. |
| Don’t stop to smell the flowers of others, rather pull them from the ground and plant them in your garden. Control the beauty, don’t just admire it. |
True characters whats left at the end of the day when the noise has stopped, the lights are off and it’s just you in that moment, you’ll find your character