She doesn’t rest when the sun shines, and the days don’t count her out. One day, one evening, on no particular month, as she was parking her car..she saw a son in the night sky.

Where affordable living meets high-end morality —the cleaner the hospitality; has it costing .25. And that’s only the beginning to why we leave no soldier behind.

With every saying there’s a tale, but I’m no John Henry, Paul Bunyan or a Johnny Appleseed.Though if only to make matters worse, I could fall down a hill with Jack and Jill or climb every beanstalk before Jack has seen. I guess I could just settle for a no good ghost tale of June B. Jones. And the “b” would only stand for believe.

A lovely night under the sun, can’t beat how many times you beat your meat, just for me to come home and I say ‘no’ to you. If it will be, then let matters be.

To wonder in the fields, because trying again feels like we might make it this time. And quite there is no destination, however. And yet there are sown touching wonderment in all pathways.

Evil never portrays a laugh, a smirk, or a smile. It blinks you in eye, smacks your lips, and stuffs your nose. One way out is to believe there is one.

To question your sense of power; to go beyond your sense of health. You scratch my back, and I’ll pick up a pitchfork.

I’m better without you, I know it. But with having a maker, I can’t show it. You can’t fold it, and I can’t touch it. It’s feverishly driven you mad that another man may dethrone you, before the clock ends. And I’m just wild for believing it.

Life gets easier, when you stop giving people a reason to attack you. The very thing that spoils you is my lore to the spoils of war. Dammit!

They always ask if you two are still together, when they’ll give anything to stir the pot and so happen to brake the two of you up. But sometimes your friends are right…what are we still doing together??