When you put together your masterpiece, you want to keep it intact because you think it's perfect. Now the rest of us say "buy it and do what you want with it." But when you earned your half century departure based on wanting to take the chance, you consider it your masterpiece and don't fuck with it.

The clouds which are covering up those old friends of mine are illusions I recall and so cherished. It was then where there were troubles by the score and half a million reasons to dip your wick. Picture the guy eating a slice and watching the box to time his devouring of it to make sure to get the last piece remaining. Such a disloyal cheater.

Apothic resurrection brings us back to this century. Loyalty and truth prevail now and sure as pirated moonlighters are bad news my cheeks are rosey from rubby chubbies.