Campari.
Last christmas I gave you my heart, my pride, my prejudice and some socks you didn’t like. This year to save me from tears, I’ll give them to someone gay.
Iramcanistan. Turkmenistan. Cleveland. Celestial bond[age].
In a time of plentiful plentys, a plaintiff or porter persues paying for possessions, picking pieces which pay practically, or so it would seem.
FLOAT DOWN STREAM.
Oh Sparadity, you are my last demon.
This is miles away from my magnum opus, my magnum opus doesn’t exist and it never will even though by its nature it must. A pinnacle, a point, a peak - posthmously positive never the less.