you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

ANAIS NIN “RISK” And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

My life has been the poem I would have writ But I could not both live and utter it.

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war lie stretching into dawn unasked and unheeded.

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple’s a rose, And the pear is, and so’s The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose – But were always a rose.

Yo' Mama is so stupid, she couldn't find a needle in a needle stack.

Yo' Mama's teeth have so many gaps, I don't know whether to laugh or kick a field goal.

Yo' Mama is so stupid, she took her remote control to the movies.

Yo' Mama is so dumb, she left her car at a stop sign because it never changed to "go."

Yo' Mama is so nasty, when her dog farts, she takes the credit.

I'll try not to get any human resources on you.

1. Inflatable dart board. 2. Glow-in-the-dark sunglasses. 3. A book on how to read. 4. Solar-powered flashlight. 5. Screen door on a submarine.

You don't get a prize if you finish college first. You know what you get -- a job and a boss. You friggin' lose.

I couldn't figure out why the baseball kept getting larger. Then it hit me.

What do West Virginians call a pretty woman? A tourist.

I enjoy long walks away from sand and water.