If I grew a gray Norwood 2 tomorrow, firstly I would renovate my closet au courant.
Subsequently I would seek out an incongruous and out of place salon and have the stylist cut and dye my gray hair a silvery platinum.
Afterward I'll step out into the broad day sun and smoke a cigarette.
Next in a single movement I'll duck inside the furnace blast that used to be my car,
close the door, crank the side windows down low,
and finally I'll roll onward back to the city.., to the city of blue crystalline sky.
Where I'll hold my gaze higher, like the sagamore lion splendidly hold his pride.
I bet you have a pretty mouth boy................
I was flattered and I'm glad it amused you Buckteeth. XO
Well my capable, valiant impersonator, don't beat yourself up so excessively.
Every offense you inflict on yourself is a hideous reminder of my own self deprivation.
If it's any consolation, being the real me is even harder on me than alter self.
Now I urge you to pleasantly pursue thine lovely Parisienne. Romance her cherubim head first.
Hearts can be quite stubborn, but often will look to logic for direction and motivation.
damnittt... teach me ID!! I am going to go snort some RU and perhaps that will summon the shakespeare within me.
Diving into you guys poetic river like