Before you make fun of someone flaws, keep in mind yours isn't arise yet

I, Myself, am made entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions.

The flaw is remotely exploitable.

There are those wonderful moments of clarity in life when one is reminded how irreparably flawed we humans are. Once, when I was nineteen, on the subway in Boston I lost my balance slightly and bumped into an elderly woman. I quickly apologized and she replied, "Well, hold on to something, stupid." There it is. That's it. That's it in a nutshell. I don't want to sound negative, but I think every fetus should be shown a film of that incident, maybe projected up on the uterine wall, and then asked if it wants to come out. I am a strong believer in a woman's right to choose, but I also think that in the last trimester, the kid should be given every opportunity to back out.

The very word perfection is full of flaw,because it can't exist. Or is that what perfection is? Flaw and irony. How perfect.

I found a delivery in my flaw.