All can see beauty as beauty,
Only because there is ugliness.

Thirty spokes converge upon a single hub;

It is on the hole in the center that

The use of the cart hinges.

Shape clay into a vessel;

It is the space within that makes it useful.

Carve fine doors and windows,

But the room is useful in its emptiness

The usefulness of what is

depends on what is not.

Looks like he's sitting on it, not in it! Thanks though, I loves me some Fatlethes!

Another one is placing poor fitting dollops of droopy plastic running boards, roof rack-like poseur roof racks, and a spoiler on a minivan and then refer to it as a SPORT.

I get where your going with this, and I like the cut of your jib, but I cringe at the matte black plastic put in place of the ridiculously overpriced, hopeless fog lamps. Either put the friggin' lights in or keep it an option with an unscathed bumper for your base model.

Not too many fat racers back then, eh Tony Stewart.

I can't stand the little pieces of plastic shit manufacturers stick in the void of where that option you couldn't afford is supposed to be.
A constant reminder of what a broke ass you have.

"Well, thank goodness we found you guys before you dug up that ancient burial ground. If it wasn't for our Rebel's compliant ride, and.... HEY, where'd that dog go?"

There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road, that's where I'll always be.
Every stop I make, I make a new friend,
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down this road that never seems to end,
Where new adventure lies just around the bend.
So if you want to drive me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

There's a world that's waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale no-one has ever told.
We've journeyed far far and know it wont be long;
We're almost there, and we've paid our fare with our hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll find what I call home, Until tomorrow, you know I'm free

Back in my day, there were no downgrades on our roller coasters. We had to pedal up our coasters.

Apparently, there are quite a few people who like driving 1980's Bungalow basements.