When she was good she was looking past her drunken mother, but after her dad died, she just became herself and that was bad. The bad girl stabbed the man-boy and her mother she did strangle the air all out of!
I watched this document on exotic birds, and for some reason the flamingos really struck my nature, particulary the Andean flamingo; I voyaged down to the High Andes of Chile, only to witness a beautiful flock of these majestic birds, and by the power of Thor, one flew within literally arms reach of me and exclaims, “Sir, you must pay close extremely close attention, before everyo-,” he stares prominently at my nose, then demands, “…are you Jewish?” I dumbfoundedly replied, “… well, yes, what does tha-,” before i even finished, damn bird scampered…racist bastards.
In the short term it was good, but in the long term it was bad and in the super-long term it was good again.
I skipped forward, watching the war become good and bad over and again and yet I still cannot decide whether I should stop it or encourage.
When you die, they order the days of your life from best to worst and you get to review them at your leisure.
So, when you’re having a bad day, tell yourself that it is inevitable and good days will be coming soon, like I do.
I blessed you with goodness and mercy.
What those other two fairy godmothers blessed you with for you to turn out like that I’ll never know.
The cataclysmic retardation my best friend suffered utterly destroyed him and left a fucked up shell.
Now I have to do twice as much and be twice as good because I’m trying to live for both of us.
Two things were playing on his mind. The first being that they’d misspelt his name on the wanted poster.
So good, so healthy, so fine.
So far, so lost, so end.
Does it seem strange that a good word like encourage has rage as part of it?
Or do all good things have an evil part?
“You’re gonna go to hell for this” said the Deputy, he spat on the ground wiping the the brown spit trail off his lips with the back of his hand.
“Ya’ll first” said the Outlaw, he cocked the hammer on his Smith and Wesson and advanced on the kneeling Sheriff.
My story, as I know it, might end today; my thoughts are always lost, always dirty, always mean. My life was never good enough, I was never good enough.
I keep myself positive and centered by seeking the inherent goodness of mankind.
I keep myself in touch with reality by believing in the inherent evil of mankind.