A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

The saddest steak is on the grill, its juices bleeding and sizzling into the fire. Death never tasted so good as a last meal. You once were admired, until she left when you couldn't fit through the door anymore. The mirror last laughs as your skin runs over the edges. One hand feeds time, the other hand scratches the face of the clock, swallowing the past. As the mirror smashes, the piano keys the car, and pieces reflect the thinner you once again.

To ease the pain, erase the anger.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

Sometimes you have to lose a few marbles, and have it roll to find new pavement.

Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.