Every Man Dies. Not Every Man Truly

I Just Don't Do Anything Fun Anymore. But, That's Dying, Isn't It? I Mean, You Die In Stages, Right? You Let Things Go In Pieces.

What Are You Looking At Sugar-tits?

A Guy Said To Me One Time, Something Really Profound, And It's So Simple. It's That Depression Lies. It's A Liar And You Have To Shut It Down. There Is Nothing That Alleviates It More Than Going Out And Doing Something For Someone Else. It's Almost Like Instant Healing. Get Away From Yourself. People Can't Even Get Out Of Bed And It Gets Really Severe. I've Never Been At That Stage. Everyone Goes Through Low And High And Low And High And Some People Are Blessed To Be Created On An Even Keel All The Way Through - But Not Me.

It Freshens Your Breath And Helps Prevent Tartar.

It's Time To Sort Of Get Back To A Basic Message, The Message That Was Given. At This Time, The World Has Gone Nuts, I Think. And This Film Speaks - Well, Christ Spoke Of Faith, Hope, Love And Forgiveness. And These Are Things I Think We Need To Be Reminded Of Again. He Forgave As He Was Tortured And Killed. And We Could Do With A Little Of That Behavior.