just some wisdoms and thoughts from radiohead

 

oxygen should be regarded as a drug

 

i have to lie in the middle of the floor completely motionless not daring to breathe

 

i am like this when the police finally find me

 

no substitute for a healthy smile

 

thick smoke, no breeze

 

what a clean city - i�m kinda sleepy

 

what might have been

 

she blew a hole right through me

 

it occurs to him that if he died that night, he would have died happy, because he was loved

 

people are aware, but not that bothered

 

everything i do/say is suspect

 

no autonomy. a lethal cocktail. horrific violence

 

have a safe day

 

what will we mean? nothing

 

words on a gravestone: i waited but you never came

 

dont talk sentimental. it always ends up drivel

 

antidotes for loneliness in a goldfish bowl

 

the more you drive, the less intelligent you get

 

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