I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.
It's my world, I demand my respect. Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck.
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some Wop.
There's no longevity, living off of negativity.
. . . in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest, Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.
I blow my own mind like Nirvana, and go the whole nine like Madonna.
No human being, even the most passionately loved and passionately loving, is ever in our possession.
Perhaps extreme danger strips us of all pretenses, all ambitions, all confusions, focusing us more intensely than we are otherwise ever focused, so that we remember what we otherwise spend most of our lives forgetting: that our nature and purpose is, more than anything else, to love and to make love, to take joy from the beauty of the world, to live with an awareness that the future is not as real a place for any of us as are the present and the past.
E-governance easy governance, e-governance is economical governance.
We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.