The popping of bubblegum discourages the most determined lecher.
No matter how close thought sticks to the actual, it follows its own rules.
Faith of the bore: everything is worth saying.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.
What is Providence for you may be Nemesis for me.
I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.