Sunday. Day set aside for emptiness and defeat.
But Jesus, when you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health, you worry about getting rupture or something. If everything is simply jake then you're frightened of death. And look at these faces, all stuck with the first problem and will be for the rest of their days.
It's against my principles to have people send me off.
It's alright to blush in the face but watch out for those given to the neck blush.
But I'm not badly off. Not complaining really. Just wouldn't mind a complete change.
It was not what was inside but what was outside that made what was inside so desirable.
Picket fences and balls don't mix.
I think you're right for the first time since you last said that.
I feel all sin starts in the park. Like marriage begins in the dark. And ends with the lights on.