Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it.
And then you ask yourself.
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water. See it swimming.
Von Miller’s Chicken Farm Is Definitely Happening
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No music, no soul
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;The motions of his spirit are dull as nightAnd his affections dark as Erebus:Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
(The Merchant of Venice)
(The Merchant of Venice)
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