I Can Move Objects With My Mind,

The Earth Without Art Is Just Eh.

If You Really Think About It, Hitting The Snooze Button In The Morning Doesn't Even Make Sense. It's Like Saying, 'i Hate Getting Up In The Morning-so I Do It Over... And Over... And Over Again.'

I Think Cats Would Have An Even Worse Attitude If They Found Out How Stupid Their Names Were.

When A Couch Potato Is Sliced Up And Then Deep Fried That Is Couch French Fries.

There's An Old Russian Saying That Goes Some Way Or Another. I Don't Know It. I Don't Speak Russian. But Sometimes I Think About It And Wonder If It's Relevant To What I'm Going Through At The Time. Probably Not. I Mean What Do Russian Know About Hunger, Anyway?