Parties Goodread Quotes

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They say truth can be a bitter pill to swallow, but lies can be even more of a bitter pill and will fester in the belly. Molly wailed, bringing herself to the point of gagging and vomiting, as she flushed the demons from her system, these fiendish angels which had haunted her more than anything this possessed house could ever raise. She’d never spoken about why Mike and Henry had been taken in the accident; her girls never knew it should’ve been their own mother on the road that night, but she’d been all liquored up at a silly work party, and she was taking that to her grave — where she should be right now.

Once again, Jesus turns to the crowds. ‘Oh, by the way, souls don’t exist, despite the rumours. I was merely being poetic. The fact remains that you are mainly water — 60-70% I believe — blood, guts, bones, and some of you have brains. Your soul was invented by those living loved ones to help justify the dead’s ethereal journey to the afterlife. There is no journey. Life itself is a dead-end. And, by association, the afterlife doesn’t exist. Sorry to be a bit of a party-pooper. Mother insisted that I put you all in the picture. Moral of the story? Enjoy life while you can, and never take an extra minute for granted, because Mother can grin and bare her razor teeth whenever and whenever she likes.

We Boys and Men need to know how to Love. Though It may sometimes hurt, we need to persevere and party it out.