If you stand with one foot in the past and the other foot in the future, Matt, all you do is piss on the present.
Snow-covered beach, he stopped.
You’re emotionally constipated and it’s messed up your head and now you’re transferring your anger.
The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love; In cold grave she was lain. I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn...
February is Mother Nature’s way of giving us the finger. Amelia
Door frame.