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I joined Twitter to argue with the Dalai Lama.
America can't export democracy. It's not a finished product.
If you expect the world to structured by merit, expect to be bitter until you die.
Wife and daughters away. Dad stoned. 18 boxes of undelivered Girl Scout cookies in the kitchen. What fate looks like.
I don't wanna make a mark in life
as much as I wanna be marked by it.
Facebook has poke. Favstar should have punch. Or slap, at least.
I have loads of fuck to give.
I'd sure hate to depend on others to tell me whether I'm any good at what I do.
As a kid, my parents & church infused me with guilt.
As a dad, my kids inject me with lt.
I've misplayed the generational guilt card.
What he sees is too mean to speak.
Honor. Integrity. Liberty. Fraternity. Aspiration. Dignity. Philanthropy. Equality. Compassion. Forget politics. Where are our human values?
Please stop not stealing my tweets.
I'm the chopped liver of Twitter.
What did you do today?
I made out with a llama.
I am deeply disturbed by visions of aged Andy Griffith genitalia.
Social networks are the new medieval villages.
Isn't it odd how everyone is more discerning than the masses?
It's good to have friends. In the absence of friends, it's good to have you
"Learn how to use Social Media to enhance and grow your brand for personal and professional reasons."
I'd rather learn how to hang myself.
I have a nice side. Really.
It's inside. Harder to find.
A man and his backbone are dangerously exposed. Perhaps this explains the shortage.