Madonna Was So Flamboyant In Terms Of

Tonight, I Feel Like My Whole Body Is Made Out Of Memories. I'm A Mix-tape, A Cassette That's Been Rewound So Many Times You Can Hear The Fingerprints Smudged On The Tape.

It’s The Same With People Who Say, ‘whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.’ Even People Who Say This Must Realize That The Exact Opposite Is True. What Doesn’t Kill You Maims You, Cripples You, Leaves You Weak, Makes You Whiny And Full Of Yourself At The Same Time. The More Pain, The More Pompous You Get. Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Incredibly Annoying.

That's The Secret Of 'true Blood' - All The Creatures That Roam Bon Temps Become A Metaphor For Our Insatiable Lusts And Inner Desires. Humans Craving What They Can't Have And Those Secret Appetites Transforming Them Into Beasts, Or Even Killers.

Baseball's Opening Day Is Full Of Time-honored Traditions: The President Throws Out The First Ball, The Cubs' Starting Pitcher Walks Away With A 54.00 Era, The Royals Get Mathematically Eliminated From The Pennant Race.

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.