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The First Thing That Comes to Your Mind
He raised his eyebrows. “When you always know what’s right, opinionated is just a natural way to be.”
I was told before to make room for mistakes.
Because mistakes lead to accidental discoveries.
It's time to be strong and face the music.
Layers, rhythm, colours of music can be too, found in art and literature - for all arts are interoperable.
Is that what passes for music these days?
Noise by any other name would be as unpleasant.
My husband can't help but cover his ears while I sing my heart out.
“The company will know we have cheap glasses,” Arnold told Nelda. “Your singing hasn’t shattered them.”
After Arnold ran out on her and left her flat, it was often noted that she sang off key.
The walls of her apartment were paper thin, and her neighbors were forced to listen each time she showered.
She quit making water music until a plumber arrived to fix the handel.
Lost deep in thought beside a merrily running stream, you're moodily dropping pebbles in the water just to watch them sink.
Then note with surprise that one blue smooth rock has floated back to the top.
A cracked, speckled egg laying in pieces on the flattened grass.
Growing tall green grass, tops as pointed as shattered glass.
Not gold, or precious stones, but something much more valuable.
Snuggling with a loved one in front of a fire on a cold winters night.
My favorite blanket, a mug of hot cocoa, and the never ending struggle of keeping his hands from wandering too much.
No need for a warm fire when a mug of hot chocolate does the mind and mood good.
I’m too polite to refuse a crackling fire, a glass of sherry, and the overtures of the tax assessor’s wife.
Jiminy Cricket wasn't always a movie star, at one time even he had trouble talking to a crowd.
Then he invented the cigarette lighter, but soon his film career burned out.
Zippo was more than just a lighter though; he was also the first, as well as least popular, transformers. Second only to the couch that turns into a bed.
He wanted to be a couch potato but settled for being a recliner rutabaga.
Red, yellow, and blue; Optimus contained all the primary colors.
Scanning a coloring book of a four-year old girl.
will bring terrible misfortune
“But misfortune,” he reasoned, “is better than no fortune at all.”
As he was thinking that a unicorn stuck him from behind, how unfortunate.
The Invisible Pink Unicorn works in mysterious ways.
Miraculously, he survived, bought a guitar, and formed a band: The New Irish Rovers.
Red Rover, Red Rover, send Sally right over.
Peter piper picked a chilly pepper.
Little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotations.
We live in a world with walls. Can you defend them?
He says, she's too fickle-minded. She says, he's too opinionated.