Thursday, December 20, 2007

Perfunctory Perfections Poised

If I were a fortune cookie I'd be hoplessly in debt.

The people we choose to love are a direct manifestation of the things in ourselves we hate.

Tomorrow has absolutely nothing in store for us. It's a void. Let's leave it that way.

I feel sorry for cocaine. It spends so much time in people's noses.

If I were a love letter I'd be illegible.

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