When you know your English teacher is wat hi g you one does begin to mind for c’s and n’s. I couldn’t tell you what that u-turn of a phenomenon is termed when you take your a and d away from the conjunction. Palm trees. You know. So you end up your game and go to live theater for a spell, o by the bard we make our books, butlet’s face it: theater is cringe. I mean crying in a baby face vomit up blood disco dancing white cringe. Leave it in, it’ll sit worse with the audience. Did you catch the point of my spear, or the tip of my lance? Who says words about things anymore’s a champ, that’s amore. You can’t love anything more than what points out your temper tantrum to you. Work it through with a chuckle, buck, it doesn’t have to define you. Wait for the stranger to let go, just you try. I’ll sit in the wings to watch you sing and fly, took the razor’s edge chance because alive and watching your fall is my kind of exciting, death and rebirth is all part of the body. There is only one, there was never one, always there will be one. You are them all.