The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
Trying is the first step toward failure.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.