on silence and nothingness Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Nothing is funnier than unhappiness Dance first. Think later. The only sin is the sin of being born The only sin is the sin of being born We are all born mad, some remain so If I could control my body I’d throw it out of the window. Habit is a great deadener I grow gnomic. It is the last phase I can’t go on. I’ll go on Either I forget immediately or I never forget You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that. It’s the natural order In the landscape of extinction Birth was the death of him That’s the way I am Try again. Fail again. Fail better My anger subsides, I’d like to pee What do I know about a man’s destiny? precision is next to godliness I could tell you more about radishes Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Nothing is funnier than unhappiness Dance first. Think later. The only sin is the sin of being born The only sin is the sin of being born We are all born mad, some remain so If I could control my body I’d throw it out of the window. Habit is a great deadener I grow gnomic. It is the last phase I can’t go on. I’ll go on Either I forget immediately or I never forget You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that. It’s the natural order In the landscape of extinction Birth was the death of him That’s the way I am Try again. Fail again. Fail better My anger subsides, I’d like to pee What do I know about a man’s destiny? precision is next to godliness I could tell you more about radishes Every word is like an unnecessary stain
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
on silence and nothingness
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness
Dance first. Think later.
The only sin is the sin of being born
The only sin is the sin of being born
We are all born mad, some remain so
If I could control my body
I’d throw it out of the window.
Habit is a great deadener
I grow gnomic. It is the last phase
I can’t go on. I’ll go on
Either I forget immediately or I never forget
You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.
It’s the natural order
In the landscape of extinction
Birth was the death of him
That’s the way I am
Try again. Fail again. Fail better
My anger subsides, I’d like to pee
What do I know about a man’s destiny?
precision is next to godliness
I could tell you more about radishes
Every word is like an unnecessary stain