gets you through the lean times. Forward that thought. I’ll can the butler. Smoke free of your limitations. They dwell on pin heads. Remark on my sweater as you roam beneath it. Subtract the embarrassment of learning. Add up all your advantages to circumscribe the ashes. We mulch in hope of forgetting. There’s crab grass to be ginned. Who thought up this pointless exercise. We push our stones with resigned commissions. Naughty is nothing. Relapse when you have time. Spin a few strands in the old candy mill. We sublimate in the morning. Tall glasses give way to stodgy dresses