Imagine in beautiful, cursive font:
Dear God, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
And the strength to bust open the gun safe with a tomahawk to change the things I can.
P.S. Amen.
I have an overabundance of random, ridiculous thoughts, and if I don't get them out in some form of cohesive manner, I think they'll overflow. As George Carlin said, you gotta have a place for your stuff.
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Sometimes
Sometimes
I feel like death
And others
I feel like dying.
I feel like death
And others
I feel like dying.
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