Lifes not a bitch . . . You only call her a bitch cause she wont let you get that pussy . . |
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles t...
Posted by Surgeon Cohen on Tue, 20 Sep 2005 02:13:00 PST |
The future of language . . . |
We are the manifestation of our thinking patterns and we think in terms of terms. Words. Sooner or later we must realize that we are liable for what and how we think and say and thus must alter (altar...
Posted by Surgeon Cohen on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Who's in your theater . . . |
Life is a Theatre . . .Invite Your Audience Carefully, Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance....
Posted by Surgeon Cohen on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 07:07:00 PST |
She left me for the sun. She may be disappointed when she discovers that we are twins. |
What does it matter that love is lost? Love is a song that trembles in the air and is caught by another. Love is a sweet melody that haunts those that like your singing. Let it go, and it will come ag...
Posted by Surgeon Cohen on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 12:50:00 PST |
Said the shotgun to the head . . . |
When the storm remains distantWe are heroes of complacencyPuffed chest and swollen prideWe hate ourselves in waysOnly the deepest love could recognizeWhen the storm remains distantThere is no such thi...
Posted by Surgeon Cohen on Mon, 12 Sep 2005 10:05:00 PST |
