Did Macintosh make their logo the silhouette of a bitten apple on purpose? Like, was it a joke because they didn’t know what they were getting into either?
Adam would’ve shown up naked and red-handed if I hadn’t been heaven-sent to forage that day.
Even if everyone got famous tomorrow, I’d keep forgetting who you were, and we’d all honest plumb forget, and have to start all over. When everyone is a celebrity, no one is a celebrity.
Harm reduction is not defeatist. Harm reduction calls shots like how they are. It does not lie about quickness. It doesn’t exaggerate its capacity to change at the drop of a hat on a dime.
I do often wonder: Have I taken too much, and not given enough? In general, am I honest enough? Has my klepto-phase extended beyond petty theft? Did I ask for too big a bargain at the yard sale? Do I barter too much with the poor man selling paperbacks for singles?
YOU DON'T KNOW ME. You’ve only read about me!
Pandora's always tellin me, “I should’ve known, I should’ve known.
Don’t Cry. I’m Sorry.
I am the scapegoat, the reasoning with which you justify all mistakes. Take comfort in that. I’m the faultline of a fable.
Something from which you can learn. Take comfort in that. A scentless full-figured bod. snakecharmer69@íDen.edu:
I known. I known all along that it’s better to know a devil than to meet him for the first time again.