Here I sit, dangling participles, while the world spins donuts without me. I mean I'm in this world but less and less am I of this world. It hurt my feelings for awhile. To quote Guitar Slim, "I done got over it."
Art? Well, sir, that's what dreams are made of. The reality business is a hoax. A scam.
I've been to Scotland and I've been on the radio and I was happy once and I'm not sure I'm over it yet.