It was, as it were, a date that will live in infamy. Outside the door, I said to my familiars, "Imma go ahead and ask Jesus to forgive me for what I'm about to do."
Across the thoroughfare, the leprechaun was trying to talk like a woman, and to what end?
But my own ends, as ignoble, "This isn't going to be pretty."
slippin' away
sittin on a pillow
waitin' for night to fall...
We are most difficult many times, on our own person, moreso than those who truly devalue us, like a former president slumming at tax time, why, we are Deutsche Bank with people who do us harm, and we never snap out of it, why do we care? I initial the document, holding back Richard from jumping over the desk, all the while it on the tip of his tongue to say we should draw Gambit from the X-Men, but here, all I have on my mind is canteloupes, oranges, parmesan cheese and stuff, trying in vain, to rise above, overcome, drown-out the noise, and the very gist of the thing, was that there was some idea on the boil.
I initialed the document, and the soup of intellect could not deter me; Richard the crazy fool had not leapt the desk, my hands-free lying on the desk, that he might crunch it underfoot, the crazy fool.
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