Exits begin above the chin.
Exit signs show up in whines.
The thrilling climb beats the couch behind.
Upon abandoning our pots, we find food on the ground.
Exit every failure accelerating.
Comforts anesthetize; dangers resuscitize.
Bigger bravely farewells smaller.
Speedboat away from the harmful; drain the ocean behind you.
When ethnicity grows up, she sneaks out of the house to party with humanity.
The worst thing about going back is what you will miss by not going forward.
Defamation is trepanation; by it we escape enskullment.
To leave is to arrive.
Every slave is a reluctant Moses.
It takes a tearful leave-taking for an individual to become a colony, a tumultuous departure for a colony to become a nation and a grand and epic exodus for a nation to become a loving world.
The alphabet preserves our wit.
Q is rare, but Eeeeee is everywhere!
The end is ever sand; Z has replaced the &.
Zed’s not dead but Lord instead of a zzzzzillion beds!
The alphabet houses our lit and banks and vaults our holy writ.
Sound signs are the time machines that carry us back to our family waiting in the past.
Alpha bits may link us yet to all the world without a jet.
Ye letter thorn is now forlorn, but E and T now famous be.
Letters are the old railroad tracks that new knowledge travels on.
The highest high resides in Thy and not in I.
When u loves n, thankfully r loves e.
Abcdarians are seldom contrarians, but A to Z are free to be anything to you and me.
Alpha bit what zeta spit.
In five letters there is a tease, and in one less greatest of these.
Is was.
One plus one is too.
Wax war; wan world.
Kaboom! Resume.
Snort at mort — cavort
“And’s” and “but’s” make us all nuts.
The “a’s” from graves do our “the’s” raise.
Don’t out your am to every him.
Never’s as unlikely as forever.
“Oh’s!” no our so’s.
If is less of yes.
Aye aye and die.
I am not them.
Know no no.
In is all out.
Was does.
Was is.
Is, is.
Avoid kerfuffles in the tush when you’re out in the bush.
A gallimaufry of advice is like a dish with too much spice.
Futz and putz or you’ll go nutz.
Those who matter like to natter.
Persiflage will cure the blahs.
Earth’s reverie is found in the susurrus of the sea.
Too much quixotic will make you neurotic.
Secrets winkled out do tend to get about.
Penurious injurious; munificent to mend a rent.
Pills may flummox patient’s stomachs.
Fire is only our friend from afar.
As fire feasts on paper, so one man feasts on another.
Every incendiary leader gathers human kindling.
Earth, water, wind and fire, they delight while they devour.
At a fire in the mouth of a cave began the first friendship.
Seasoning is the mother of fine food; fire is its father.
We couldn’t stand to be without the sun, so we invented the bonfire.
Fire is the friend of the redwoods; trial is the friend of all of us.
We stare into the mystery of fire; we gape at the wonder of each other.
The gods froze to death on Mount Olympus; the first cold human made fire on earth.
Fire in a metal stick is a fool’s deadly trick.
Soliloquy is dead; colloquy shot her.
Modern realism euthanized classical soliloquy.
Soliloquy once wore ermine; it
can now wear cotton.
Soliloquy is constructed from the shattered pieces in every pulverized heart.
Without soliloquy there is only commentary.
Conflict is the engine powering the spinning wheels, screeching tires and lurching sheet-metal of soliloquy.
Twitter has no room in the inn.
A short rant is like a roller coaster that stops at the top of the ride.
It is said that modern audiences don’t have the patience for soliloquy; what they actually lack is the impatience for it.
Thank God Shakespeare knew how to go on and on.
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