"What Can I do?", You say, It's just another day in the life of Apes with ego trips
If life were fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead.
If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.
I feel there are two people inside me - me and my intuition. If I go against her, she'll screw me every time, and if I follow her, we get along quite nicely.
My sister wanted to be an actress. She never made it, but she does live in a trailer... so she got halfway. She's an actress, she's just never called to the set.
But the way we came back, twice, showed some character. As young as we are, that's a big thing for us at this point in the season.
If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.
Frank Lloyd Wright
(June 08, 1867 - April 09, 1959)
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?