Walking on Thin Ice

2 new smithisms . . .

he who whine about silver lining live in tarnished mirror

everything costs - there may be a couple cheap breakfasts, but there’s no free lunch

and some more from past blogs . . .

what the right gland giveth, the wrong gland taketh awry

power to the pissed on, may they get pissed off

you choose your toxins and you takes your cancers

we begin in ambiguity, end in enigma

it’s not the present it’s the process

spurn the old, spin the new

life’s a bowl of collaborations

kill yourself today, get a head start on eternity

beg and ye shall recede

mammon is mammoth, spirit supine

keep on shadow dancing before the darkens arc

put one foot in foot of the other, the other in front of the one

america - the land of the greed, the home of the grave

i’d eat the rich, but their taste is so bad

either heal the bush-cheney furor, or heil the cheney-bush fuhrer

politicians taste just like chicken, especialy democrats

we’re in the spaces between the pages

don’t beat a dead hearse

the deeper the cleavage, the slipperier the slope

stipple me mama, a stitch at a time

tally whore american gore

the iniquitous are ubiquitous

it ain’t all pepsi and popcorn

there are more deserts than there are 40 days

this it is the it it is

night has fallen, and it can’t get up

foto by smith