may I never be so inclined Manners be damned to mistake the passivity Meaningless mediocrity of the oppressive herd
Say, no more If I can not Own you, be obsessed by you I would rather not See you, be with you
Thanks, it was getting cold ‘fore you stole from the gods That transcendent fruit. Wisdom would’ve cost too much.
I’ve come close, enough to know, Cleanliness