The sun rises and the whole world runs after wealth.
One day’s stash is the next day’s trash.
For a deal, the people reel.
Free costs.
Double bubbles; triple cripples.
Older lies in the eye of the withholder.
Only the sick know the worth of well.
Gold is an extolled type of mold.
The wealth of the world was lost the first time someone died for it.
Stuff is duff and puff; the soul is quite enough.
Dollars find their way to scholars.
Emotion rules the attribution of value.
Our eyes fall in love every other second, our hearts every other decade.
Dabble in romance; invest in love.
To not fall in love with oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance with others.
Take a chance on a romance; have an affair — start a nightmare!
Romantic is frantic and bi-sycophantic.
Passion is stirred by fashion, but a true love looks good in any old rag.
To recover from a severe romance, take two books with water and rest.
Romance is a slow dance; infatuation a brief prance.
Eve and Adam fell; then they loved.
Cupid is stupid; compassion is lucid.
A romance ends in a fight; true love begins with one.
The guitar’s “the thang,” hole, wood and twang.
The electric guitar was invented to give the soul teeth.
To be a star takes a guitar — and hair.
The pick is mightier than the pen.
A power chord will cure the bored.
Give a girl a guitar; give a globe a girl.
Emotion gave birth to the guitar; reason raised it.
The human race played with fire for practice, then it played with the electric guitar.
The difference between an electric guitar and a pit bull is gentleness — on the part of the pit bull.
The guitar first assassinated silence, then it tore up the soul.
Humans are all basically chordophones — strings stretched over resonators that vibrate and howl when picked on.
One of dentistry’s depravities is getting rich on cavities.
To buy a BMW, frequent the dentist.
Even a dose of novocaine won’t take away the pocket pain.
Nothing’s like a root canal for adding to the general morale.
Gratitude is a dentist that’s not an apprentice.
Even kings suffer dentists gladly.
Dentistry is the discomfort that comforts.
Nothing is more intimate than the mouth, nothing is less so than the dentist.
As the tooth fairy loves the dentist, so the child loves the tooth fairy.
Dentistry is schadenfreude, drilling, singing “la-la-la-la.”
Never suffer the mouthy fool, but suffer gladly the dental tool.
Those who make jokes about going to the dentist aren’t the ones who can’t.
You can always tell you’re in a third world country by the banking, and the dentistry.
Give me liberty or give me Beth.
The wise don’t self-despise.
Flee every nest at the behest of every quest.
We escape from our mothers only to be recaptured by our lovers.
Take your blows; lick the blood off your elbows.
Self-sufficiency has no deficiency.
The joy of one lover is the grief of another.
With teeters; want totters.
Separation has no anxiety for the soul’s entirety.
The modern woman kicks every locked door off its hinges and carries herself across every new threshold.
To enslave another person is to brick in ones own soul and leave it alone to die in the dark.
Independence isn’t a day; it’s a lifestyle.
There is a time and place for grace — and mace.
Buying space is expensive; dawdling everywhere is free.
To hold your place give up some space.
To be alone travel to outer space; to enhance your isolation add cyberspace.
Space always sings backup for boldface.
Fit or split.
I live in what I do.
Space makes the case.
Most spaces are never named, most motivations never claimed.
Home is where your socks are.
There is no place like home; everywhere else you can get some respect.
Never discount wit; give it away for free.
Holy, holy, holy — is the highest dollery.
Wit is ephemeral; fortunately, so is dullness.
Bore your enemies with silence; save witticisms for your friends.
Veteran wits verb with soft bits.
Today’s touché; tomorrow’s cliche.
Wit’s a drilling tool; bore the ghoul, drill the fool.
The obstetrician is afforded the finest opportunity for wit, and the mortician.
The only thing better than a good party is a good repartee.
The best wit gets the best side split.
Wit requires a little bit.
Wilde, Churchill and Gabor were all blessed with a little more.
Opposites attack.
The same covers a multitude of opposites.
Overly-spiritual and overly-physical aren’t opposites; they are the same brand of overly.
Aloof harms like lust.
Hate and love suffer the same lack of indifference.
Life is going fast while holding on fast.
Make hate slowly.
Every psyche harbors a detractor within, and every organization has its oppositional din.
Slow and fast are the same distance from the past.
Hot is to cold as young is to old as shy is to bold as the holocaust is to nothing.
We stash our thoughts between small dots.
The lowly comma controls the drama.
Emphasis is a French kiss.
Punctuation is mostly passion; the manicule is out of fashion.
The semicolon created the proverb.
Period survivor; interrobang demiser!?
The slash now has a brash address; the hashtag has a public stash.
The pilcrow still on screens doth show.
Elocution created punctuation; texting demolished it.
Ticks and hacks, like our synapse, clear up the facts in our syntax.
Johnson:Ben knew just when, we should pause, a phrase or clause.
Aldus Manutius punctuated the ambiguous.
The /a/ is first and has a thirst for vintage “Ah!” and mad “Aha!”
“Look at me,” shout super /iː/ “Whoopee! I’m beep, receipt, feat and belief; I’m ‘Oh, baby!’, superb ‘Very!’, I am the sound of happy /iː/!”
In /i/ or /aɪ/ we all begin to win and whine and sin and sign, a malign twin, sublime chagrin.
Unfortunately, all do not know the amazing power of wonder /oʊ/ in super-fabulistic, “No!”
/juː/ represents the U-of-You and your advanced, mature “Mon dieu.”
/p/ is like me, it can be crass or passenger in the first-class.
We and /t/, both tote the tiny, timely, tawdry breath of life.
The common tongue well knows the /k/ in key and car, but in rojo and rumba a fancy tongue is found in /r/.
“What is marine, quite often seen, a lovers dream — its /m/,” I scream!
/n/’s as common and as wanton as is Nitrogen.
Letters are promiscuous, phonemes unambiguous.
No pleasure is greater than a comeback — not later.
Detonate your failures; from the dust make mortar.
Prove your enemies wrong; rise from the dead.
Buffer a setback; suffer a comeback.
What evil beheads, good raises from the dead.
Pre can’t see, but re looks back with acute glee!
Inside of resilience resides deep silence.
What’s down is up when up is taken down.
An idea is good, a plan better, a revision best of all.
Silence the fetter; bounce back better.
Fail, rehash; flail, re-thrash.
Competence is confidence — sweating.
One-tenth of confidence is looking good; nine-tenths is being good.
Praise is without, confidence within.
Eat defeat; master disaster.
Arrogance brags and struts; confidence bows and putts.
The insecure seek assurances; the intrepid make them.
Life’s furnace burns up sureness, but the wise recover by doing the next right thing.
The confident prepare their wings and fly; the anxious rush it, wing it and die.
Confidence is found in success — not breath.
Three things give us confidence, four even more: Work that has meaning, people who believe in us, food that gives us strength and a God who sings and dances over us.
Mingling beats singling — maybe.
Cheer; it puts you on the team.
A tyrant gloats; a team celebrates.
Self-down; team-up.
The best backup is a kind of best, not a kind of less.
The dream is within the team.
Some dreams best avoid coaches and teams.
Work not alone; a team made the iPhone.
Poverty is a team, wealth too.
We cheer teams to cover up how alone we are.
A team in the bushy is worth two in the cushy.
Every team is like every child; it needs training, discipline and lunch.
Greed competes; love completes.
Bad has become a word with sass, bad ass a tag of highest class.
The secret to being very good seems to be having once been very bad.
Bad news is expected; it’s bad hearts that are so shocking.
Gone bad is a variation of gone mad.
A bad egg is done; a bad heart may yet be won.
Bad won’t; very bad can’t.
The labels bad and good are mask and hood.
Bad has a penchant for breaking sad.
The really good know they are bad; evil arises from good people who see nothing wrong with themselves.
Crisis knows no clock.
Anxiety is the urgency without the emergency.
Dire straights spring from our hates.
Mess is duress.
Don’t panic; run, get food, gorge!
Crises come and go, but death comes and stays.
Two things are certain, three even more so: the sun will rise, the day will be climacteric, we will sleep at night.
It takes a sense of urgency to help in an emergency.
Crisis management is a contaminant.
The enterprising aren’t catastrophizing.
Steward your health and time; stay out of the ER.
To be godly is to refuse to act like a god.
Godly is loving; worldly is judging.
Smitten and riven is a spiritual given.
The most devout let it all hang out.
The intellectual snob turns his nose up at God.
The trick is to stay upright — without being uptight.
Holy hokey, mirrors and smokey is baloney sanctimony.
Spiritual is two hands helping.
Pious packs no bias.
Godliness begins and ends with God.
Sainted — it isn’t painted.
The godly act oddly — they forgive.
Dream at night; attack by day.
Dream a little; work a lot.
Dream your anxiety; live your entirety.
The mind is a royal road; dreams are its round-abouts.
Remember your dreams; they remember you.
Don’t dance with the devil; don’t dream with a do-nothing.
May all your dreams not come true.
Sleep and dream; awake and celebrate the perfectly mundane!
Scheme a meme or a phoneme, but be unique, when you dream.
Dream; unscaffold; awake be baffled.
To wash your eyes, soak them in a desert.
Deserts heal, using distance.
Disease is a desert; the soul is an oasis.
Loneliness is a desert; friends are a spring rain.
Youth is a desert, maturity a water hole.
Mountains make us feel; deserts make us think.
The desert winds sooth the big horn sheep so the voice of God calms the strong.
Remember when you’re kicked about, desert roots grow down and out.
Mental and emotive funks make all wise ones desert monks.
The desert that was once a sea once again may someday be.
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