That is categorically a lot.
3021 times in the meantime. The never ending dieing.
Die, thread. Don’t be frayed to dye.
My hands are red with… wait a minute! Ugh!
Need some soap and water? Fast?
Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
I think somebody heard something he should not have heard.
He heard the bird? Because, the bird is the word. Bird, bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word. Like some kind of herd of birds. Have you heard the herd?
Grease is the word.
“Some people have a way with words, and other people…uh, not have way.”
― Steve Martin
Word to your mother.
Mother, may I?
My mom was not easy. Was anybody’s? Weird.
That’s what she wanted you to think.
Oh, you knew her, too?
There are known knowns, known unknowns, and unknown unknowns.
And the unknown knowns (things that you are not aware that you know).
I don’t know
I plead ignorance.