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I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than have to have a frontal lobotomy

 

"every time i see a grown man on a bicycle, i no longer despair for the fate of the human race."- HG Wells

 

Walking across the thin ice of my dreams, fearing the cold waters of reality beneath me. Yet onward i tred. -unknown

 

"Klaatu verata nicto"

 

Endeavor to persevere

 

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My friend said this today "you look way too happy for someone who just broke up with her boyfriend"

 

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson

 

Pot will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no pot.....Furry Freak Brothers

 

Counceler:"you have all these hormoans raging inside of you"
student:"id rather be raging inside a moaning whore"

 

"If I rub you the wrong way, rub me the right way." ~my friend Dan

 

"The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition."
~Carl Sagan

 

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
- Robert Frost

 

"Its better to remain quiet and be thought a fool than to speak up and remove all doubt" Mark Twain

 

"Everything's amazing and nobody's happy" - Louis C.K.

 

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

 

"All generality's are true, including this one" ~ Mark Twain

 

" In a world where you can be anything , be yourself."

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas