I awoke today with a thought on my mind. It was a profound thought. It was a perfect thought. It was a profound and perfect thought.
I should have written it down.
Thank God for silence. If it were not for silence, then I would not hear anything.
Shooting stars. Do you need a hunting license for that?
Would my life improve if I took advice from glasses of water?
Is there a safe place to store my memories?
Is there a safe place to store my dreams?
Is there a safe place to store my thoughts?
There are no safe places, it seems.
Do ideas get people?
Is abstract a condition caused by doing too many situps?
Does style ever go out of style?