And so it goes I came out to the desert to die (eventually) and then I found what makes eternal life the real desire. When your entire impact on the direction of eternity could fit in a butterfly's anus, that's the time we'll be hovering the zone every day.

Two lovers and I love them but not in a congruent manner (never would have made it as a song).

These lips, they've made for some extraordinary excursions on the woo-hoo make out train. So why then did they shrivel from Smoochie into resembling Linda Lavin's hoo-ha? What's next, looking in the mirror and seeing Wilford Brimley?

These psychic kookaburra holes accent the main moments of so glad to be alive so no disrespect intended. Things wearing out trigger futility somewhat but happiness is keeping your focus on the parts still working, so many,so many.