And love is going back to bed. The Pathology Report You line up the world from purely scientific points of view. Dead people look calm, something I'm not in the rusty vice of agony. Pat-downs of these private snakes will always slither in the dark. When hurt knocks hard and rings the bell, you just can't let the sorrow in.
Polite dismissal is a queasy version of lazy missiles, with missions aborted when it comes to feel.
I pray you learn that other levers of a heart engaged in love will see a stranded motorist beside the cold abandoned road and use your wit not your wallet just to jack his wheel up. Stained-Snow Selfish Money's hollow entity is a sick, sad ornament on our family tree. Stained-snow selfish hangs the mantle's Christmas stockings. A brand new dog lives outside in the cold to save threads of a fancy and expensive rug that ought to be warm flesh. Damn, poison ivy morals itch.