Originally Posted by: Andrew Sa" The arc of time. The stench of sex. The innocence you cant protect.
Each quater note, each marble step. walk up and down that lonely treble clef"- Bright Eyes "I believe in symmetry"
Whoa. I like that one a lot.
I just remembered another line I always liked, from Denis Leary's "Asshole:"
"Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
while handicapped people make handicapped faces"