Brain Dump

Cheer up, it's not the end of the world through rose-colored glasses of wine punch your way out of a wet paper bag it is or isn't because if today was a fish, I'd throw it back in the river. Don't get your knickers in a twist and shout out loud and clear as a bell, book, or candle in the wind tunnel of love not war and peace in our time is money where your mouth is. It has to get worse, before it gets better than nothing new under the sun comes up every day late and a dollar short and sweet or sour grapes of wrath of God is a concept by which we measure our pain in the ass kissing. Don't you think so?