.note to God: You lost the day I was born, for without .Me, you don't exist and as "another" note, no reason, "God", .Me = Life.
Strap a brocolli to the side of your bed and dream about The Land of the Forgotten Pumpkins.
Without tears, I will never cry.
Where does someone come up with something great if there is no where to search for greatness?
If you only have a hammer, every problem looks like a nail!