Death & Poetry Nothing softens the blow of death like a cush... - Beryl Dov

"Wherefore Art Thou, William [10w] Every Shakespeare mouse 'tis tim'rous and every lover 'tis fuck'd."

"How to Exercise Caution [10w] Walk in the counsel of the wickedon your treadmill."

"An Enirely Different Matter [10W] Four states of matter:solid, liquid, gasand ffuzzy-wuzzy."

"Go with your Gut Our eyes, our mind plays tricks.Our love muscle, our heartchooses blindly and impulsively.But our gut,ahh, our gut,always makes the wise choice ~and goes straight for the burning hot pocketsfresh out of the microwavebecause our mouthsahh, our mouths,never needed a roof in the first place."

"The Human Race Pleasure is the sprint.Contentment is the 5 mile.Happiness is the marathon."