Your Imagination Is Not Just A Fantasy, But A Vision Of Perspective Reflected Through Your Reality.
Doug Jonyer

Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children.
J O'Barr

Leaving a message on an answering machine gets as much results as sticking the phone in the toilet and flushing it.
Unknown

Not everyone who aspires to be an asshole suceeds.
Donated by Lauren H.

TIGHTER AND TIGHTER
Shadow face
Blowing smoke and talking wind
Lost my grip
Fell too far to start again
A sudden snake
Found my shape and tells the world
Remember this
Remember everything is just black
Or burning sun

And I hope it's a sweet ride
Sleep tight for me
Sleep tight for me I'm gone

Warm and sweet
Swinging from a windows ledge
Tight and deep
One last sin before I'm dead
A sucking holy wind
Will take me from this bed tonight
And bloody wits
Another hits me and I have to say goodbye

And I hope it's a sweet ride
Here for me tonight
Cause I feel I'm going
Feel I'm slowing down

Soundgarden

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
J. R. R. Tolkien "Lord of the Rings"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas

I believe that if i should die,
and you were to walk near my grave,
from the very depths of the earth
I would hear your footsteps.
Benito Perez Galdos

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
Your are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allen Poe "A Dream Within A Dream"

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

BLACK HOLE SUN
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Soundgarden

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
J.R.R. Tolkien