One thing is for certain . . Life is imperfect.
So much beauty . . So much love . . So many wondrous things to behold . . But . . You’ve better be lucky if you want your fill . . And everybody does. Everybody will.
I was a mistake. Born of pure instinct and lust . . Created by wild and inhibited youth . . To tell the truth as I see it . . We all take our toll . . Desire, dream, contemplation, inspiration, fear, expectation, illusion, confusion. Duration and secretion . . Host cells and salad days chopping . . Churning ‘sex sells” and trending modes of activity . . Of the wheel, under foot . . Trampled heads and triumphant rebound . . Teams of clowns in ambulance clothes . . Close the deal, seal the feel. Floating cork, nebulous, quarks . . Clerks of lightning . . Smell of rain . . Legs for days . . Pleasure and pain . . See-saw, teeter-totter, teepee, squeaky . . Veil and sheath, gnashing of false teeth . . Cosmetic cosmology . . Jack and Jill . . Big cat light . . Blue moon sprite . . Spelling vehicles silently or very close to so doing.