How simple the American narrative. Suppose you have two hands. The American political system will cut off both hands. You’ll then hear that those with one hand will be along the upper class and those with two will be part of the elite few. Then politicians will come along and tell you their plan for giving each American two hands. The people will buy into this and fight the disillusioned in favor of the politician. They are never for themselves and the politicians are only for themselves so no one is for the people. . Bruce Crown
You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?..' I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage...
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David Levithan
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.
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Sarah Kay
I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
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Harley King
God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.
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Jeannette Walls
Your resources could go to where your hands could not reach.
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Sunday Adelaja
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