Don’tcha know it – by the boundless grace of a most honest to good natured God we do seem to mean it the very utmost

By the turn of the tremendously pressing tide we do tend to come back far far heightened, glided by simply this opportune thing called upward and utterly functional

When she brush-stoked my chiselled face by her disarmed arm – and blessed my soul to feed at the well of dutiful instances

This is actually supposed to be hardcore aside undeniably dysfunctional, carrying a sidebar of disordered order, otherwise we pale into significant insignificance and watch our last fledgling breath collapse into itself

The all of nothing implosion and he knows it more than anyone else
People’s inept perceptions were wrong all along

PTo settle oneself and imperfectly soar