The public don&#39;t know what they want; it&#39;s my job to tell them.

My day is waste when I didn't faced any challenge in that 24*7.

She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like mad through a field of stubble, one shoe one, one shoe off, a man named Corn Cob pursuing her hotly. Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.

Eu1 - sinele inventat, umplut cu concepte si asteptari despre bine si rau, despre ce trebuie facut, despre ce e de dorit si ce nu.  Eu2 - cel care joaca

Written By W. Timothy Gallwey

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