It is but grief to sit alone doing nothing and holding your hands still while clutching at something. You are not then still, your agony is still roving about, and it will buzz like a horsefly. The night is young and candles flicker outside. The darkness seems to grow.

If you go to do diplomacy, don't go if there is any dog barking in your throat.

These women who run into me and at me, who grab be and squeeze me, they mean nothing.

In a world of peas, be a peanut.

I pray that the democrats make peace with the current Republicans, even if it isn't easy.

Is Bill Hole popular or not? Please explain.

I have decided to turn the time travel year up from 1985 to 1987. Any questions?

The frontier of this big picture is also found here at: MOSTLY THIS IS FICTIONS.

I think Trump wants a different person to talk to, because they just don't get along well. So send another person who can do it instead.