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.
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.
Influence; then duck.
Age increases influence — until it doesn’t.
Influence has doors, no locks.
The wise wield great influence, then sit.
Mark Twain would be pleasantly surprised; naked people have increased in influence.
Influence is the affluence of our coexistence.
To concoct a non-influential behavior, cross a hippogriff with a unicorn.
Neutrality is a banality; we influence what we madly love or hate.
Wise words influence; a good model totally overruns the place.
Influence is the effluence flowing from our social congruence.
Blessed are the influential for they shall inherit the blame.
Influence doesn’t pack its own immunocompetence.
Nonsoul is nonnegotiable.
Be nonreliant noncompliant.
The world’s nonlove is never from above.
It is extremely wantable to be non-irresponsible.
Nonpositive is for a test, non-negative works when we’re depressed.
Non-yes we sometimes nonfinesse.
Non-no’s a go.
Save non’s and not’s for all the snots.
The wise thrive on the nonproverb; fools sustain themselves on what is established by common usage.
Before all is done, non’s wand is waved at everyone.
Death yawns it’s non upon the mute swan’s song.
When non has won, then non is done.
Beware the lair of unaware.
Firstly — getly it.
Hunt down reality; don’t kill it.
Stop, look — glisten.
No ones problem is insomnia; that would mean someone had woken up.
To grow aware, mostly stare.
Welcome is; beat was to death.
Pain awakens awareness; a two-by-four brings it to full consciousness.
The real trick is to pay attention — and not worry.
Seeing is nothing, telling everything.
Awareness begins with forgetting.
Two eyes tell lies, a billion wise.
Tone is the silken subtlety of our finest humanity.
The one who masters tone, masters Rome.
Tone is what is lost when too much content is found.
Tone is the royal, “Fear!” or the enthroned, “Come near.”
Every great performance contains a tone theft.
The tone of choice masters the voice.
We wrap our victims in fine tone, just before we dine alone.
Retone, then phone home.
Tone suffers a smash in a rhetorical crash.
Waste words; treasure tone.
Tone is me re-mooding you.
One hundred and one million tones are hidden in our very bones.
Give a man a signed blank check, he’ll fill in a googolplex.
Pythagoras was measured nicely even; Hypatia got cyphered even steven.
We count our way though house and home; the Ishango Bone is not alone.
Numbers lie when they get high.
Budget by the numbers; spend for the wonders.
It takes the numbers to see the blunders.
Pi is fly, but zero is the real hero.
1 and 0 make the world go.
Calculus is oh-so-so, until approaching the zero.
The numbers next door rule the numbers on the farthest shore.
Cipher 6174; it opens up a magic door.
The golden ratio is earth’s lovely portfolio.
The temple sprang from the forearm.
Fools drool for a rule; eclectic’s hectic for electric.
It takes a pox to think outside convention’s box.
Motley shuns the oh-so-snotly.
Shall not, shall so.
Eclectic shifts its own selectric.
It takes a fop to lop the top of reason’s stop.
My mind’s not fond of pro or con.
Eclectic wins what taste offends.
All-embracing is effacing.
Eklektikos removes the dross.
Eclecticism is an open mind flying
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