The Piston and the Mortar, the weaken Bond and the Elevation. I'd taken sips of these egos too up to the point of stupor, and overnight I met one of such behavior that turned stale- prior to morning, a stripper. I wondered where the garment of pride flew to. Mmmm, you can take a kite and fly to the abyss! Yes, sometimes I get disgusts and facilitate such a mean reaction. I'd seen no relation between the Peak o're the 'mid-guys" to the bottom; they might be relative to one another. I know I'm wrong to a wholesome and left to the 'few some' but I'd rather be what I feel than to remain on the overhang of a crossroad.
I used to sleep with my problems- I'll tell you, I loved the quality time, Now I'm feeling like I'm on nicotine, my eyes are bulging out- I'm looking husky and stupid like a frog! Huh, I know your problem, you want me to dive in that ocean so you could take away the life boats.