It’s alright..  I’m not alone when I’m lonely

there are particles of matter and antimatter popping into existence and popping out again—and that these are pushing the universe outwards at an accelerating rate.

It had a quaint twentieth-century feel and made Nell oddly nostalgic for the days when dangerousness was a function of mass and bulk. The passives of that era were so fun to watch, with their big, stupid cars and big, stupid guns and big, stupid people.

I&#39;ve turned down a lot of arena dates because I&#39;ve done the big-arena thing. Now, I want to do something where people can feel me and I can feel them.

Written By Whitney Houston

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