I Fear You May Become A Lonely

Only By Being Prepared For Your Death Can You Ever Truly Live.

So Hey, Once Joshua Heals Your Brother, You Want To Go Do Something, Get Some Pomegranate Juice, A Falafel,or Get Married Or Something?

She Pulled Down The Blanket And Aimed Baby Sophie's Bottom At Him Like She Might Unleash A Fusillade Of Weapons-grade Poopage Such As The Guileless Beta Male Had Never Seen.

Sarcasm Will Make Your Tits Fall Off.

It's Hard For Me, A Jew, To Stay In The Moment. Without The Past, Where Is The Guilt? And Without The Future, Where Is The Dread? And Without Guilt And Dread, Who Am I?