Everyone’s partner is a snake-in-the-grass,
and you are the grass.
To be militantly opposed to something
is to be just as threatened, if not captured,
as are your opposition.
The sound of a guy who inadvertently almost knew what he was talking about:
Quote: “Listen, I don’t care abut nothin’, except what I care about.”
(On some soft, sultry, summer afternoons, don’t you long for the halcyon days
of playing cerebral horse shoes, back when closeness counted?)
Two guys on the bench, one turns to the other and says,
“Hey, you tell me your troubles,
then I’ll tell you your troubles.”
I hear tell of a fellow who,
after a full realization of the nature of his inner dialogue,
later got so peeved that he wouldn’t even talk to himself.
You can know you’ve gotten somewhere
when you’ve reached a point
where you couldn’t look back if you wanted to.