Primping from the eyes of Bar b is a little demasculizing but from Fav-o perspective it's down right therapeutic. That said it begs the cost - hedonic treadmill or something similar psychosexually. Narrow choices are like reined in voices clinging to the touched-on-love part. It stifles any mention of oblivious moments magnified by impairment.

The carolers lure is churchish but timely as the soundtrack to roguish calculations. The here in getting here is righteous right so staying on it is dreamy.

Singularizing the simonizing in this morning's soak is the going-in choice for luxuriating this far in the cycle as a tipoff that all's well.

Adaptation creates diffused highs and lows but you want the highs to be kickass, mondodiffused but renewed and you want them frequent enough to compensate for the flair-ups.

Return to the womb references are cliches but still catchy enough for the treasured memories with mom angels. Right now I'm a return to the pack lounge kinda guy saluting the lion. The time spent caressing is part of the daily bread if you make it.