This started out as a bit about a guy comparing the emergence of a dictator to the determination at the pearly gates. The song in his head is "as long as she eats me". You are seeking redemption in both cases. It's the yoots who get shafted. Even though you're looking at 20 more, it's time to bring back forestall the decline. We've got a little area of disinterest goin' on here. Your mind, peppered with the imaginations of the years, stays clearly focused on pleasure. Keeping in mind that my mediocrity has overwhelmed those rare glimpses of brilliance into extinction. Pepper charges the turbo, though.

The actual piece begins in lieu of break with you make it real playing in the background. It's about making the turn with only minor scratches. You got proficient at getting back to where the turn began so that you can groundhog day the remaining the holidays. Rinse. Repeat.

That yellow brick road keeps you strong so that stealing the post-turn serenity has you at max performance to get logged in. The Tijuana taxi vibraphone perfectly themes another wintry entry to this saga. Too much cheese but this is the part where the ride quickens and might as well get the dessert. Oh, and use the POV perspective.