Love is wonderful, true, so you hate to lose it. You study your mistakes, yet only the wise appreciate wisdom. You were born for no apparent reason and are dying to find out why. You don't always get what you pay for. You never keep what you don't pay for.
Free advice is worth every penny.
We live in Sanitary Land where they haul clay, gray as the sky, to mush like lake bottom underfoot of dump dogs and crows seagulls flying a flag of gray and white over the refuse. Sharp stony eyes guard the ramparts, then burst into air valiantly screaming. Bright blues and reds and whites pushed up by the steel blades of crawling yellow cats, tugging twenty-ton sheepsfeet, crushing trash, shifting clay, packing and smoothing, carving room for more. To tumble and pile, slash a gizzard, abscess a beak, block a bowel, foul a clean rain, stink to high heaven, blow all around. Somehow, I must learn how to examine my motives.