Two things were playing on his mind. The first being that they’d misspelt his name on the wanted poster.
If your parents are crazy and bad then you are crazy and bad.
Something I used to believe.
“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.
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!
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.
No matter how bad you feel it is nothing compared to how bad a snail feels when he has lost his shell.
All nude and whatnot, the gentle breeze playing across his slimy skin – now that’s feeling bad.