Quiet Choir

December 28th, 2015

What are we doing here? Who are you waiting for?

It seems we've come to an impasse my friend.. shall we dine and have coffee until we decide how to move forward?

A thought weighs less than a feather, but sometimes they're too heavy to hold.

What do infants think of?

If you hear me calling, please answer; sometimes I just need to hear your voice.

Don't think me foolish if I spend my time fishing under the midnight moon.

I'd rather be careful than cautious, though either of which seem a bit silly to me.

Why can't we run without stopping?

How many microscopic adventurers are sent into a wonderful flight with each breath?

How many apples can I pick with one hand?

Tying ties for the sake of knots can be a petty thing indeed.

I wonder what clouds taste like.

How many pigeons must fall before we rise for their cause?

I was there naturally, just because.

How many ribbons can I tie on Tuesday?

It's just a bunch of mitochondrial suffering.

The Lord's Name is to be praised.

Apples to apples, we all fall down.

It's just a spare Rodney.

Less midgets to judge.

Dude, I'm gonna take this one.

It's in France; you don't just go there.

It's dumb. It is what it is.

Um, I'm not sure if we're to be doing that.

My dear boy, how have you got a gun so quickly?

It's something you can bring to a crystal meth lab.

Keep guiding the horses.

Keep driving, we're almost there.

Rare-case, highest fire.

Never block, never look back.

Highest reign.

Well that was fantastic... Just look at the door!

Can I keep it? What can I take away?

I actually kinda envied you.

One day I ran into a gorilla; he shook my hand and told me I was a boss.

Every night I think of you. Maybe that's why I dream of you so often.

We all end in the end, so why not spend more time beginning?

I'm not very charismatic, but at least I'm nice.

How many holes do you think you could dig if you weren't wearing that awful hat?

I'm a zebra - said the giraffe.

If you were to take a casual walk through the city on a cool summer evening, with the orange rays of purple silver sunset piercing through the leaves, how many people would you talk to? Would you even talk to yourself? If you're walking alone, who do you wish you were walking with? Why don't you go ask them to join you? This is too much to let pass by alone.

Every night the clock strikes midnight. Really, it strikes every second; nobody cares about those though.

Popularity is just a contest to see who can win the most people's praise. You win a nice grave at the end of it, so that's cool I guess.

Nobody wants to die... but some people outlive all their friends.

An incarnation of a masterpiece... we've got too much time on our hands.

How and where and what and why? These are questions that I ask every day.

Ahh, grandmother's maple syrup pie.