Be fearful of mediocrity– Jonathon Ellery
As my vision blurs, I can make out, In the shape of an elephant, An enormous puddle Swirling, grey and abstract. Maybe a panda, an ape, Or possibly a giraffe Spilling out like snakes, Rolling around like monkeys, Sliding down like children on a playground. Each drop forming a salty stream Full of fish.
Michael Scott: You are also on record as saying ‘Wittle-ittle, footy-wooty, numb-numbs, jammies, make boom-boom, widicowous, and whode iwand.’ Andy: Do I sometimes replace r’s with w’s? Do I sometimes repeat a word to get my point across? Well if I do, Andy’s sowwy. Michael Scott: You can’t be a baby in the office. It makes me look like I hire babies. Andy: Well, if we’re complaining, a lot of...
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me “Son fear is the heart of love” So I never went back