The ideas are suffocating. You need to open their cages and let them out. Give them too much air however and they shall succumb to a lifetime of unruliness. Find your happy medium and forget to blink. People will notice.
So as you sleep, don't forget to dance. Those sheets may be your only partner. Dreams will be your music, don't forget to say Grace.







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" Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and iam not sure about the universe! "
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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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If i ever get thrown in jail, one of you better come bail my ass out!
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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
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If i ever get thrown in jail, one of you better come bail my ass out!
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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
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If i ever get thrown in jail, one of you better come bail my ass out!
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