So, if he wasn't the son of God, we wouldn't be ashamed because it would be just another execution. If he didn't come back from the dead, he would have just been some nobody. Hmm. Well, it's a good thing I never went into the clergy.
What we need right now is a hero or a bunny, ideally a hero in a bunny suit.
Remember, the radish you water to-day is the spaceship of to-morrow.
Twitter Sonnet #733
Wooden sky stimulants dissolve sugar.
Giraffe foundations donate high nostrils.
Gum minded crimes can jam up the luger.
Dream world Costner dirty danced with kestrels.
Cocoanut collisions sully lampoons.
Drugstore chemists mimic the Atlantic.
Emerging jellies embroider harpoons.
Noses notice negated elastic.
Lavender rats revolve round egg timers.
Basket hair'll herald the lame mobster.
Violence loses salience for climbers.
Yellow eyes of moons still search for Gloucester.
Christ's crumbles contain powerful panko.
Eggs, bring me gold or bring me the Sampo!