I got curtains, they got curtians. Same day.

A boy lying on skins behind our back is tuning the knobs of a small transistor radio...

I carefully laid my jacket on the the chair, nearest the door and nervously checked the pocket to see that the tape recorder was still running.

The ringing excitement of eavesdropping hummed though my delicate body. A great armoured mass of darkness fish was approaching.

I had the girl, the records, and the jeweled knife, but he had the time machine.

I wish we had an army ten times as big as it is and just invade every one of them and set their people free.

Opening up a lens by one stop allows twice as much light to fall on the film in a given period of time, therefore to have the same exposure, you must have a shutter speed twice as fast (shutter open half as long). Alternatively, you could use a film which is half as sensitive to light. This fundamental principle of photographic technique is known as reciprocity.

It's a bad imitation of something that's actually good.

Nothing anyone else says or does can put you in the good light or put you out. It all depends upon what you do. And until then it's all peaches and gravy.

I want someone to cross networked console gaming with a dating site so you can play Halo AND find a new girlfriend (and then blow her up!).

Today the web is a deja vu all over again of bad poetry, pictures of
pussies and the occasional wisecrack about cold fusion. The Internet poetry
of today is most often written as a sort of reverse haiku, usually
conforming to the twin conventions of being named for today's date and of
being rambling, mostly incoherent streams-of-consciousness. This modern
freeverse is often referred to as a 'blog' or 'Dude, hit the Back button.'

Whenever I see someone riding to work, I salute their courage and insanity, then watch the next five cars nearly hit them.

He says to me,"I really don't want to join the Army. I don't want to be all I can be. I'm pretty happy with who I am now, but..."

We had nothing. We had no spices. No cleaning supplies.

Perhaps if you just practice and love it with all your fool heart you will one day turn into a cherry-red fire truck!