A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.
You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.
I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.