The pink of your skin will never like the teal of your scrubs.
Mixing dialogue with malted barley to create a concoction that is priceless in its form.
How hard is it to understand that it is not power, not pride, not your victories that your god will see?
There is a light in the world that no darkness can dim.
For her to cry, it hurts but she does, regardless.
Your goddess summons you.
I want to see vowels jump over consonants.
He did not mean to drown. He was to swim until he sank.
I am afraid to accept the reality of reality.
All of me is much too few
The news flashes as red as the cobblestones in Nice.