The gun was about as reliable as an underpaid mercenary. |
The difference between what happens when you sneeze and what happens when you dont may be less important than we first thought. |
I offer my condolences About the death of your mobile. I know you two were very close, And went everywhere together. I know it must be hard, But you have to carry on. Someone new will come along, Not the same as the old Nokia 5510, But in time you will learn to live with it. |
Hi, my name is Jayne and this is my gun. I robbed a train, and it was fun. Dammit Mal, I told you I couldnt write poetry. |
It took away a thing that was important to I. I cant work without it. I am stuck without it. Most words dont work without it. Paragraphs dont work. What was it? Only you can find out for you! I did show you, you must know by now. |
Another boring curly dog eats four giganticly huge incredibly jittery kangaroo legs, mawing nauseously on previously quarenteened red striped turnips. |
Hanging on the wall, like a photo of an old friend. No longer fit to be seen. Still he comes with me sometimes, Tramping through the bush. |
Thier love was enduring, just like station Mir. |
A great writer dies, A pen drops, All writing stops. |
Sometimes, times change faster than I; sometimes I win. |