It's time for him to get over into the right lanes where the retards and the bimbo boxes poke along, random, indecisive, looking at each passing franchise's driveway like they don't know if it's a promise or a threat.

The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

The reason for spiritual enlightenment is not to escape life, but to learn how to live it richly, to enjoy it. The Language of Soul

all men needed the bridle of religion, which, properly speaking, was the dread of a Hereafter.

Written By George Eliot

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