i ought to maintain this list better,
things to do before i die:
slap multiple (3 or more) people with one swing.
kill a man, (or would child be funnier?).
everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
i wish that when i was a kid i had met someone like me. then i would have been much better at these things i enjoy; ive only really discovered most of them at a much older age than necessary.
maybe put this in equals signs: we both learned to hide it.
so uh... are you the brains of the outfit or is he?
to be honest with you, i dont think this is a brains sort of operation.
spare me your space-aged technobabel attila the hun!
all things grow.
all things grow moldy.
what did you want to be when you grew up?
wherever one finds oneself inclined to bitterness, it is a sign of emotional failure: a larger heart, and a greater self-restraint, would put a calm autumnal sadness in the place of the instinctive outcry of pain.
mister Russell helping me tolerate my job more? weird.
can all motion be written in terms of straight lines and circular arcs?
i prefer to burn my bridges before i cross them, thus making them more thrilling to cross.