Monthly Archives: July 2017

Potpourri of Thoughts 3

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If there are too many fish in the sea, we can be fish out of the water.
 
I broke the hearts of everybody and then I realized I never had a heart.
 
Stop trying on the shoes of other people and go walk barefoot on the sea of people.
 
A prisoner is not a sentence, a woman is not a period and a language is a person and then a mother.
 
language is dead- he has no colon and is in a comma.
 
I-dent-ities dent the class ceiling
Lose your mind or identity
 
No speed limit on the highway of life.
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Potpourri of Thoughts 2

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We live in pots called destiny and we grow up in greenhouses called society.
 
You can be homeless in your own heart.
 
Hearts are factories bottling emotions until they break and the feelings spill out.
 
Don’t pick fruits/vegetables off the tree of life – they deserve to live too.
 
Don’t let The wasp sting the immigr-ant.
 
I am me not you.

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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.

 

Snap #8 noting by nobody

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Copycats live on the red herring
Straw camels live on the globe.
Money trees live on the key.
Queen bees live on the drawing board
Black sheep lives on the fork in the road
Lone wolves live on the iceberg
Underdogs live on the bitter pill
Wasps/immigr-ants live in the melting pot
Social Butterflies live on the forbidden fruit
Chauvinist pigs live on the piece of cake
Chameleons live on the smoking gun
Loan Sharks live in the fishbowl