In some realities
only great wars
are given to know
the joys of freedom.
On the sunny-side of the mountain,they keep lowering the taxes, and either no one’s notified, or else no one notices.
One god’s attitude was, “Slap ‘em around real good first, and if that doesn’t work THEN try talkin’ to ‘em.”
Inside their own car EVERY body’s A. J. Foyt. (No kid, “car” doesn’t begin with an “h” and plus, it only has three letters.)
A thought from some guy’s brother-in-law: “Friends, don’t tell your children that they can’t read just their thoughts while their heads are still on.”