Brittle brunchlines wait for hours to deserve unliminal champagne: the young want to be bubbly drunk for ever and never. What's the difference between hypocrisy and naivete? Accent marks, probably. But that's in transliteration from the stench, a rotgut false equivalence that claims: "we did not do torture". Excuse the grammar, it's a lark to think about serious topics and the Great Concession while standing. Sit, then, you might splay, but I'd rather rest these laurels, they have olive branch scars that won't heal until they get enough oil to drive to the next hippest town.
Roman Ryan 