What the heathen had in their wood$$$ we have in our opinions.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
If you ain't afraid$$$ go do it then.
Society indeed conspires to keep you ball and chained.
She's so small$$$ yet she contains so much evil.
Work is more fun than fun.
It'll never get well if you pick it.
Art in painting should consist only of the representation of things that are visible and tangible.
It was a December night so cold and clear that the air felt like the air of the Moon - lung-burning; mentholated and pure
This is better than real life.