Life seems to be like a giant shower thought machine. You enter and suddenly your mind goes crazy with random contemplations. Like, why are we always have to retire at night? Could it be just a conspiracy to keep us from discovering the truth about the universe? Who knows, it's just our brains playing tricks. Hmm That's Shower thoughts are the be

Within the realm where shadows dwell, a spectral dance unfolds. Spectres glide with an ethereal grace, every gesture a silent symphony. The moonbeams pierce through the night, casting elongated specters that twist and coil. An unsettling silence blankets the scene as the dancers weave their sinister tapestry. Stars glimmer upon the stage of night

Within the realm where shadows dwell, a spectral dance unfolds. Forms shift with an ethereal grace, each twitch a silent symphony. The moonbeams illuminate the night, casting elongated shapes that twist and turn. A chill wind whispers the scene as the shadows weave their enchanting tapestry. Fireflies twinkle upon the stage of night. Secrets are

Life is like a giant shower thought machine. You get in and suddenly your mind explodes with random notions. Like, why have we have to sleep at night? Could it be just a conspiracy to prevent us from seeing the truth about existence? Perhaps, it's just our brains playing tricks. Hmm I wonder Mind explosions are the weirdest part of my day. Begi

Seein' folks hustlin'/beggin'/soliciting on the corner/street/intersection ain't uncommon these days. Some of 'em are just tryin' to make ends meet/scrape by/get by. Others, well, you can tell they ain't totally honest/upfront/straight with ya. Most folks just keep walkin'/ignore them/look away cause it makes 'em uncomfortable. But a few people, th