Wills are no myth
but have your fill of
the pith that lines
this orange implosion;
it's a transient phenom,
juice, and the truce is
signed one glass at
a time. Yes, control
exists, and it feels
like the cause of an
orgasm. Another
temporary tempo
phenomenon. Erosion
lives layers deep. So does
weather. Whether the dry
hillside fires itself or hires
a few good creosote, save
your private ryan. Have
a corporate good time when
the money is good and call
the whole thing a shame
when the pyramid's wood
is digging into your same.
Spears are best used when
they're still pointy. Fears
have the same utility curve.
Roman Ryan 