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Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.
I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it.
I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each other’s hands, and how thick their sanitation gloves are.
I used to date the lead singer of The Cranberries, but she cheated on me. Turns out she had some turkey on the side.
I often fantasize about torturing some of the lazier letters of the alphabet, like C, U, and E, because together they only manage to accomplish as much as the solitary letter Q.
If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.