
Everybody has a hole, in their soul, in their face, everywhere. And you can’t be whole with a hole.

Everybody has a hole, in their soul, in their face, everywhere. And you can’t be whole with a hole.

Dondrance Donder once won a footrace against its own feet.

Nobody knows what it is, not even you.

Binky has had a hard life.

You can doter or you can dorter, but you can’t do both.

Trondar wants to get to know you, the real you.