The sketchpad shows a new tin can. Surely a kind word can come from the heart and love is the word and it's a kind one. The orchestration was luminary and the promise it offers is manageable. Just $itting there might prevail as redundancy but as primary, kinda an extravagance.

Is once unfaithful always you know or perma-remission that opens things up for acts of faith AKA new digs? <- that one.

Is it the real turtle soup or simply a flirtation with madness? Seeing projects instead of zen must be calibrated or revisiting deer in the headlights shit resurfaces and the abandonment of Fukitol gets another standing ovation. The Algonquin paradox proclaims a surreptitious stream so no need to extend.

Cheetah Jews run longer than zero and the well being is on a seasonal length streak. Lemonade, man.