Our biological clocks are bitterly divorced from our psychological clocks?
If English were a brothel, 'I Love You' would be its most hard-working trick? Costs almost nothing, takes instructions and is dead in the eyes.
Euphemistically speaking, we're all assholes?
Life should keep its lemons and hand you a stiff drink instead?
Billy Joel had the right idea?
Panic is a necessary precursor to the best things to happen to us?
That the power of speech would be more apt in reverse? As you grow and your mind gets more sophisticated (baseless claim, I know) you need words to get you by, less and less?
This blog has run its course?