One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.

He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.

He loved her$$$ and would love her; and defy her$$$ and this miserable bodily pain.

I won't say she was silly$$$ but I think one of us was silly$$$ and it wasn't me!

In terms of doing things I take a fairly scientific approach to why things happen and how they happen. I don't know if there's a god or not...

Time it was<br>And what a time it was$$$ it was<br>A time of innocence<br>A time of confidences<br>Long ago it must be<br>I have a photograph<br>Preserve your memories<br>They're all that's left you.

I wish to live to 150 years old$$$ but the day I die$$$ I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

God knows I've got so many frailties myself$$$ I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.

When you die$$$ they can make you into diamonds now. It's scientific. That's how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.

This was the void. Not blackness$$$ not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.