Dreams come from that special place in our mind where our soul loves to spend its holidays.
When the Illuminati thought of their name, they were hiding in a darkened room with one candle.They are still hiding in that room with the same candle.
We want your skull! Make no bones about it!
I'm collecting for God. Can you spare a smile?
Tickles are what power my giggle machine.
If we are to climb that mountain, we had better find that molehill.
The depth of my feelings is proportional to the depth of the color.
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