...a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. Mirrors within mirrors. Every eye a looking-glass; and every thought behind it...
...there are some things you just keep, but there are some things you'll give anything for...
and the way best intentions breed foulest ends...
is a master of the art of self-deception...
and how 'comfort' is a deceptively BIG word...
and an innocent game between 15yr olds getting high...
...you'll never love me, as much as I do...
knows that when Will Smith says: "Aw Hell No", shit is about to go down...
...if myth and legend has taught us anything, the union of god and man breeds only monsters...
would rather live in rhyme than reason...
is playing leapfrog with consciousness...
...when Diet-Coke tastes like gravy, you know you've got cancer...
and the deepest pockets...
is hearing you loud and clear...
...go to sleep without knowing if you are amongst the lost or the found, the living or the dead...
...nothing was to be regretted, for there were more days to come...
and a crooked smile...
returning to real life...
is getting political...
and this is our life, scattered on a footstool...
tracing the path of the stars...
Justice, we are your friends...
patrolling in the snow, beneath one hundred million stars...
and so much deceptively cunning spongebob...
and these shoes so green from all them pinstripes...
and a flying kick to your grandma's face...
has reached a stage in his life where he thinks: "yes, i DO need a spice rack in the kitchen"...
and how everything burns...
thinks it's weird watching the kids play golf on Wii saying 'I love this hole'...
...'Matambre' literally translates as 'hunger killer'...
...there is no phrase in Spanish for 'hurry up'...
...the greatest thing about the English language is the abundance of verbs at our disposal with which to illustrate varying degrees of enthusiasm for anything...
won't be taken to a place where he makes sense...
...there are roads for the dead and there are roads for the living, but sometimes i get confused by that distinction...
...we've known each-other for centuries...
is a weapon of self-destruction...
and a chorus of the mourning dead...
and the word of the day is: Ramshackle!
feels like going Robin Williams, walking into the center of Box Hill and screaming GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! at the top of his lungs...
failed right up until we won...
just crossed the Murray for a bro...
has laser envy...
knows there's nothing Bruce Willis can't handle...
...nothing is as far away as one minute ago...
believes that Batman retired to become Clint Eastwood...
will trip and fall in this dark house, one loose shoelace will be the end of me...
and the backyard refrigerator called the outdoors...
intriguing ink...
setup, complication, resolution...
never jokes about pants...
into the great laugh of mankind...
...did he fall, or was he pushed?...
and those bright green shoes...
wonders if we'll ever make it past Track 2...
...who remembers Victims, who are but a body-count? We remember Villains...
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