Potpourri of Thoughts

Earth lifts us so we can lift her when she gets old.

The nuclear-family power plant does not provide energy to the city of love.

You watch the movie of life in the bed of death.

Life is a heart-dying salon. Death is a heart-dieing salon

A heart is a house. The heart is a home.

Some hearts aren’t break-king because a queen lives there.  

Our souls are colorblind so we put on glasses of prejudice to see the world.

Every human is a building. Some are skyscrapers. Others are houses. Some are airports, and hospitals, and jails, and schools.  

Love is a farm Death is a slaughterhouse.

Egos are plants. We cut them to make humble pie.

 

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