Potpourrier

Love is the practice of indifference toward that which is not in front of oneself.

Uselessness is not the goal, rather low levels of use not at all full.

A land bridge between New York City and London.

A tapestry pulled to the side is curtains.

Belly rubs are the dog's meow.

Who is Francis Bacon?

Myth is fun. Science is talc.

Pots pour until bottom's up.