The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Lately, I haph startet painting my torso in pretty, motley hews. I sit in phront oph the mirror in the sleepy-room. I atmire my hantyworg. I am a hooman apstrat paining.

Love one another, push the perimeter of this glorious language. Lastly, please show proper courtesy; open not your neighbor's mail.

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?

Love each other or perish

The plant kingdom covers the entire earth, offering our senses great pleasure and the delights of summer.

The myths have always condemned those who 'looked back.' Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

Flowers are the free throw of love. You're looking for the clutch three-pointer from downtown.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

There is no mysterious essence we can call a 'place'. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.

If all we are for is black people and white people who like black people, then I have nothing to say to Trump who is only for white people and black people who like him.

All evidence suggests that Turkey has allowed ISIS fighters, when they've been injured, to return into Turkey and to get treated in Turkey's hospitals.