That smelled bad!

Assert your dislike of hypocrites.

Trump is not perfect, I am not, cats are not, nothing is.

You can't trash us, because we are us.

There are twenty two ways to die rather than a natural death, its a harsh truth, death is real with its blade to cut the wheat, life is full of adventure because there is no escape from it, even while asleep it can take us, and emotional afflictions can do us in, life is that kind of bitch who will slap you into reality.

Power is so often dark..

The words that smelled.

I would even say that I am the "Poet of the World" with out sounding conceited or full of myself.