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Who the hell invents these words? They're like 'yacht' or 'onomatopoeia'. I think people who make these up like on Webster all go out drunk one night and say "WATCH OUT! CAR! WHERE ARE MY BONBONS?" And then Mr. Webster goes, "Oh, that sounds like a good word. Let's include it in our dictionary to confuse the whole world!"
what the hell is punyeta? So anyway, Yes. Chains. I had a friend who wrote a story about a guy whose alter ego was a hot sexy girl named Chain and she could tear your heart out if you break a promise. It was a great girl, great story, great guy too. Anyway, I don't know what the hell got into her. Maybe we have chains in our hearts and minds that keeps us tied together.
On the side of the omelette, there are plates. Plates of food, of delights, of evil and flowers. You never know what you might get. or should you get it? You don't know, you look at the odd food on each plate and it seems they could eat you instead. You don't eat these kinds of food, these dark, bloody pieces, you realize, as they crawl out of the plates and grab at your skin.
On the side of the plate are omelets. There are many kinds of different omeletes, but my favorite ones are the ones that my mother eats and consumes. There are many different kinds of men also, but my favorite ones are the ones that leave. Always, often, I don't want them by my side. I don't need them. There is kindness everywhere, and sometimes and places you don't look. But really, you don't need to wait for it.
The cathedral was where the corpse bride and her Mr. Skeleton became one. Many attended the wedding, from the lowliest and ugliest worm to the poshest of Deaths. There isn't much to do while waiting for the bride to come, so the whole place stank of rot. But when she came out, all pretty and beautiful and alive, Mr. Skeleton could not have been happier.
Brief lives we live. There is not much we can do about it. If only we could live a little longer, right? But then, if you haven't lived the life you want by its end, then what's the point of having a little more time? What's the point of being given more when you already don't use what you have well? I think my life may be brief, but I plan on living it to the fullest.
Switching the switch on and off takes a lot of effort. Some people take longer, others take so quickly it's like making pancakes. But once in a while we come across someone who needs switching help. There's not a lot of friends we can depend on for this, but we only need that one true friend who will see us through until we've made that switch.
It's such a racket to use a racket in the badminton courts. Everyone just throwing and walloping and hitting that shuttlecock with their best shot. You can't hear yourself or your self doubts when you play hard. Sometimes you just have to move forward, move backward, keep moving, keep hitting, keep your eye on the goal, and stop thinking about what you haven't done, so you'll win and have fun.
The nest of children is full of blood and bits of flesh. Once upon a time there were children here, in this nest, laughing gaily and playing like there's no tomorrow. Which is true: there will be no tomorrow for them. Tonight the hawk will come and take his fill, once again proving the strength of the food chain - the strong live and the weak will die.
To have a chat with a friend is to chitter and chatter, sometimes about substantial things, often otherwise. Birds chatter too, often too much about nonsense, but then perhaps birds make sense to themselves. I think that having a chat with a friend is crucial, because when you stop talking to people, that's when you know you're dead. Things may be full of nonsense, but it's how you tell someone hey there, I'm here.
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