Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
Eccentricity gives misfits a way of fitting in.
Until I am ready to lose weight, I cannot see how fat I am.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
Fame now wears the halo that once crowned holiness.