Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae

He wouldn’t budge to show me what’s a hard heart, my own heart was closed if it was closed to him. Maharajii said,