There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk

There Are No Happy Endings. Endings Are The Saddest Part, So Just Give Me A Happy Middle And A Very Happy Start.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

So What If Nobody Came? I’ll Have All The Ice Cream And Tea, And I’ll Laugh With Myself, And I’ll Dance With Myself, And I’ll Sing, “happy Birthday To Me!

I Asked The Zebra, Are You Black With White Stripes? Or White With Black Stripes? And The Zebra Asked Me, Are You Good With Bad Habits? Or Are You Bad With Good Habits?

I Believe That If You Don't Want To Do Anything, Then Sit There And Don't Do It, But Don't Expect People To Hand You A Corn Beef Sandwich And Wash Your Socks For You And Unzip Your Fly For You.