A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
like a modest mouse song i can't think the name of...
[YOUTUBE="Q_57YaD_J4w"]the world backwards[/YOUTUBE]
Choice of words is so random
I talk because I can
Plunder time, see what we find
To take back to the house
But everything has a patenting
And belongs to someone else
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche