A FOOLS PAIR 'O' DICE

IN THE ASHES OF THE BONFIRE OF MY ARROGANCE, I LOOK FOR THE QUENCHING WATERS OF HUMILITY. MY BLACKENED HANDS FINDING WARM EMBERS OF SERENITY AND TINY DIAMONDS OF GOD'S PEACE.

HOLE DIGGERS ANONYMOUS

STEP 1: ADMITTED WE WERE POWERLESS OVER DIGGING, THAT OUR HOLES HAD BECOME UNESCAPABLE..........................................STEP 2: REALIZED THAT A POWER GREATER THAN OURSELVES COULD FILL IN THE HOLE................................................... STEP 3: MADE A DECISION TO TURN OUR HOLE AND OUR SHOVEL OVER TO THE LEVEL GROUND UPON WHICH WE ONCE STOOD............................................STEP 4: REALIZED THAT ONCE WE QUIT DIGGING, WE HAD FINALLY REACHED THE BOTTOM.

MEASAPS FOIBLES

IT'S NOT THAT I'M LOSING MY HEARING, IT'S THAT YOU DON'T TALK VERY LOUD ANYMORE. AND NEITHER DOES ANYONE ELSE.

PRESENT A PRESENT OF PRESENCE

IF MY WORLD WERE TO END TOMORROW, DID I PLANT A SEED TODAY? THAT OTHERS MAY REAP WHAT I HAVE SOWN. IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES, THAT'S QUITE A CROP.

WHOOOWEEE?

AS SIMPLE AS BREATH<0>IN-TENSIONS BECOME EX-TENSIONS

REALITY COULD CARE LESS

TRUTH DOESN'T CARE WHAT I BELIEVE IN, ANYMORE THAN THE RAIN CARES WHICH RIVER IT FLOWS IN.

FEARS BETWEEN THE EARS

ABUNDANCE IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER...... LACK IS IN THE HAND OF THE POOR IN SPIRIT.

INTIMATE INCOUNTERS

I GROW HAIR ON MY EARS LIKE A WEREWOLF. I GROW HAIR ON MY NOSE. I GROW HAIR ON MY TOES. I GROW HAIR, I KNOW NOT WHERE. I AM DIFFERENT THAN YOU..... I HAVE SHOULDERS LIKE A BEAR. I HAVE ARMS LIKE A GORILLA. I HAVE A BUTT LIKE A GAZELLE. I HAVE CALVES LIKE THE INCREDIBLE HULK. MY TEETH ARE SERRATED AND YOURS ARE NOT. I AM BUILT FOR WINTER, TO SURVIVE THERE. I SLEEP WITH THE WINDOW OPEN AND NO BLANKET, ON THE COLDEST SNOWING NIGHT. I EAT RED MEAT AT EVERY MEAL. I AM ALLERGIC TO THINGS THAT YOU WILL NEVER BE. I LAUGH AT THINGS THAT WOULD MAKE YOU CRY. I CRY AT THINGS THAT MAKE YOU LAUGH. I AM DIFFERENT THAN YOU.....MY CREATOR ENJOYED MY DESIGN WHEN HE MADE ME. HE KNEW THAT THIS WAY I WOULD SURVIVE. WHEN YOU CAME TO MY WINTER FOREST WITH YOUR DARK EYES AND DARK HAIR, YOU BROUGHT DISEASE THAT WE DID NOT KNOW. MOST OF US DIED. SOME OF OUR WOMEN BECAME YOUR WIVES AND BORE CHILDREN. I AM ONE. I LIVE. I AM DIFFERENT THAN YOU AND I EMBRACE MYSELF AS I AM MADE. IN THE IMAGE OF MY CREATOR. HE IS DIFFERENT LIKE ME.

SHIVER ME TIMBERS

I've always had a curious streak concerning where do old sayings come from? like this one, and while i'm at it, why do lumbermen shout timber anyway? and why don't golfers shout something weird like peekout, or bruiser? life is full of questions, some we'll never know the answer to. But keep sway in your swing Eh?