"This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively but.. if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to hive-five you yesterday my friend. Peace."
there is nothing harder to stop than an idea who's time has come to pass.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
καλλιχτι
Strive for perfection. It is a form of prayer. Strive for epiphany. If that
doesn’t work, do something funny and run like Hell. WHEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee...