CryWolfBoySheep

I wish I had a digital camera, that top of the line kind that magnifies "the stars" nose hairs from across the street, also you can take pictures of the finer stars and brighter planets in perigee, with our spinning arms outstretched, to take in what we can only shake heads and hands at; how hard can it be? How hard is the human head? Soft as an ice cream headache, and as hard as conflicted diamonds.
Tax on Tax on Tax on Tax, and I love your big brain, but we haven't beaten back, a bad bug yet. Miracles, made upon the power of bullets and their internal ricochets, are anti-glory; and Honor is as dead as the water it lies in the pool of, poisoning.