In times of oddity, some people follow me, and I turn to flash my abs at em, and they run, so I find the hidden stair case strewn with memories of pain, turned pleasure. Those in states of greed wish to expand, can get out of hand, but a poet writes and writes with no control over the rudder, letting something come out from within, somethings to leave with the color that is correct, to paint the clouds.

Not again!

It's a weird day.

Don't replace your worries yet.

I am not 16 every day.

Grandma will run you over with a truck perhaps.

To win, you must win at least three times young Jedi.

I have learned not to underestimate an enemy even if you are winning, sometimes that is when they are very dangerous. Even an enemy that seems knocked out, may actually be awake and plotting.

Can this be verified?