Even after all these years, this one guy still faithfully places flowers at the site of his last thought.
Those who can refrain from checking their progress can probably do well.
The mediocre tend to find much of what happens, “highly un-called-for.”
One ole gent offered this terpsichorean truism for a Tuesday:
“In that ubiquitous City ballroom, we all dance backward to someone’s favorite tune.”
An ordinary thought
with “staying power”
also has dismaying power